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f10werfae · 2 years

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Bedazzled and Bewildered

pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

Summary: Y/n is supposed to be celebrating one of her major stepping stones but that seems to be far from her friends' intentions. Thankfully Chris always knows what to do

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“o-oh yeah that’s totally okay, I get it” I said quietly watching my friends get into a limo after our night out. Sure I wasn’t the type to come out of my comfort zone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mind being left out of social events. Tonight we were celebrating my engagement to Chris, something Stephanie herself had planned actually. Only to find out there wasn’t enough room in the limo for all 8 of us..

“Oh Y/n you don’t mind right, it’s just all of us haven’t hung out together in a while” Grace smiled linking onto the other girls while they faced me on the pavement, the limo waiting in the background.

“But I thought-“ I said feeling my cheeks start to heat up, the alcohol clearly taking its effect strongly

“Well we know it’s not your thing so we thought it’d be chill if you just went on home? I mean that’s okay right? The hotel room only has beds enough for us, plus you’re a home body anyway”

So now i’m stood at the front of a random club in a part of town i’ve never been to before, and Chris is out with his buddies tonight. Starting to feel a bit scared I (as a reflex) felt myself start to shake a little bit and wobble, however finding the courage to hail down a yellow cab and heading straight home.

I got through the front door, yeah my social battery was basically dead, but I would’ve loved to spend some time with my friends tonight. Dodger instantly ran towards me, his wet snout sniffing all over as he licked my hands and face, at least someone was in a good mood tonight

Giving him his usual fill of cuddles I walked up to our bedroom, changing into my favourite pair of fluffy baby blue pyjamas. With my makeup now off and my hair combed back into a bun, I padded on downstairs and settled onto the couch.

With Disney plus now playing the original Peter Pan movie, I felt warm tears slide down my cheeks, not even wanting to check my phone when it said there were videos sent into our group chat. Cuddling into Dodger, I slowly felt myself calm down; the movie giving me a sense of homely comfort. Trying to ignore the throbbing dizzying pain in my head, I shoved my face more into the soft couch pillow.

Even back in high school I never meant to be the butt of their jokes, i’d rather stay quiet than make them uncomfortable, so I guess that’s where I need to improve

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Alright guys I think imma head home, I wanna be there when my girl gets home tomorrow, hopefully not too drunk” I said waving off to the guys as I left the house where we were getting together to watch the game. My heart swelling with pride with the fact I had someone to get home to, that didn’t have fur of course.

God I can’t wait for Y/n to get home, heck I was proud of her for going out tonight. Recently she had been struggling a lot with social anxiety with the paps constantly on our case cause of the engagement. Still smelling her sweet vanilla scent on me I drove up the driveway, expecting the house to be empty.

“Did I leave a light on or somethin?” I whispered to myself getting out of my car and opening the door warily. A soft smile finding its way onto my face when I wandered in to see Dodger and Y/n snuggling on the sofa with a Disney movie on in the back.

“What are you doin back so soon baby?” I asked coming to stand in front of her, her big doe eyes peering up at me with a frown on her red flushed face. That’s when I knew something was wrong.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“I-I don’t know what I did wrong” My throat closing up as I felt sobs threaten to break out from me. Chris pursing his lips and bending down to pick me up, his hands wrapping around me as I hung onto him like a koala.

“Let’s get you more comfy sweet girl and then we can talk yeah?”

Nodding my head, he carried me into our bedroom, peeling back our soft cotton covers and setting me in. Getting changed himself into his own sweatpants,

“Ya still can’t be getting shy like this bunny” He smirked watching me cover my face under the blanket once he got nude, before pulling up his sweatpants.

“Cant help it, you’re too handsome” I muttered feeling him slip into bed beside me, he gently pulled down the sheets covering my face.

“Ya wanna talk about what happened today bun?” He said pulling me to lay my head on his chest as he sat against the headboard, his hands playing and ruffling my hair as I talked away.

“Well you know how the girls and I went out to a bar tonight right?”

“Mhm” He hummed pulling back the hair strands that usually frame my face

“W-well we were supposed to stay the night at a hotel”

“Yeah ya told me that bun” He said pressing a kiss on my forehead, my fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants.

“So once we got out of the bar, they told me that the limo didn’t have enough room and neither did the hotel room. S-so they jus told me to go home” I sniffed, feeling Chris tense up behind me, his hands stopping in my hair.

“Hold on, so how did you get home? You’ve never been to that side of town before”

“I took a cab” I muttered out already knowing what his reaction was going to be like.

“Baby you know that’s not safe. We don’t know who the paps are, you shoulda called me. Especially when you’re drunk” He sighed out tapping me to sit up and look at him. His lips tightly held together with a sad look on his face

“I know but I didn’t wanna disturb you and I just wanted to get home quickly” I leaned onto him, his arms rubbing my arms softly

“I know bun, but next time you call me alright? N' fuck those friends of yours, excuse the language but what assholes. I don’t want you to hang out with people who put you in these dangerous positions”

“I know, i’ve been thinkin about that a lot recently, i’m sorry for all this Chrissy”

“Hey no need to apologise none of this is your fault, they don’t deserve your precious self. I know Scar and Liz have been asking to go out shopping with you, would you be up for that?”

“Oh yes please” I said feeling myself start to feel better now, tracing my hands over Chris' tattoos before feeling him reach over into the bedside drawer and pull something out.

“Knock yourself out baby” Setting down the body markers, he smiled down at me and kissed my softly knowing exactly what I needed to fully relax. Turning on the T.V for some background noise, he started tracing shapes into my back, watching as I coloured in his tattoos on his chest.

“I love you Chris, I can’t wait to marry you” I whispered

“I love you more Y/n, in my head i’ve already married you baby”

“Ya wanna come out and visit Ma with me tomorrow” His nose nuzzling against my cheek while I worked on the tattoos further up,

“Mhm, I still have to give her the blanket she wanted me to knit”

“I’m still jealous you’ve never knitted me anything”

“Well I mean- It’s”

“YOU HAVE KNITTED ME SOMETHING HAVENT YOU” He shouted catching me red handed, his lips pulled into the smile I fell in love with all those years ago in college.

“B-but it’s not that good” I said pouting sitting up, his fingers tugging on my chin to bring me in for a kiss,

“Come on bub, let me see it” He frowned, placing various pecks all over my face, a smile forcing its way on me. Standing up I walked to my side of the closet, pulling out a soft blue phone pouch

“I heard you complainin about your new phone being too heavy to hold in your hands, So I thought-“

“Baby doll, why didn’t you give me this sooner” I felt Chris take the small pouch out of my hand and set his phone into it, slinging it over his shoulder, a goofy smile on his face.

“Cause it looks stupid” I frowned watching him look at himself posing in the mirror,

“No it doesn’t. Jeez whatd I do to deserve a fine woman like you, always takin care of me” He cooed taking it off and settling us back into bed, a soft smile on my face as I felt him caress the fluff on my pyjamas.

The upset feeling in my stomach started to boil up, my face contorting out of queasiness.

“Oh no” I whispered bolting out of the bed and throwing myself onto the cold bathroom tiles, hunching over and emptying my stomach into the bowl

“Baby” I heard Chris say walking over and hunching down beside me, holding my hair behind my head as he ripped off a bit of tissue and dabbed at the side of my face.

“I’m so sorry Chris, i’m a mess”

“It’s okay baby doll, come up here and let me see ya” Chris had lifted me up and cupped my face, placing a kiss on my forehead before helping me brush my teeth. His arms supporting my now weak and tired body, enveloping me in warmth as we approached the bed once again.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“It’s alright bun, i’ll be here when you wake up” I said softly looking down at the bundle of love laying her head on my chest. Her scented shampoo filling my nostrils, her breaths evening out as her chest rose and fell. My hand combing through her hair, I don’t think I could be any more in love than I am with her.

She’s too good for this world.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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It's Not Fair...

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sad

Warning Labour and Csection

I finished up with surgery heading back into the prep room slipping off my apron and hanging it up on the hook before I walked across the room washing my hands in the small basin. As I dried my hands I heard the prep room door open I glanced over expecting to see Hetty or perhaps Sneed but the moment my eyes met her I smiled so widely. There she stood, dressed for the day in her little blue slippers, white cotton stockings, her long white cotton dress, her deep blue dress coat with many pleats and buttons down her chest but even so she couldn't do all the buttons up as it was impossible to do up over her swollen stomach leaving her white dress exposed, her sweet Y/H/C hair in a little braid down her back and her Y/E/C eyes meeting me with a gentle tired smile.

I wanted to cry she looked so cute!

"Look at you," I cooed, "You look like you're about to pop."

"I feel like I'm about to pop." she chuckled,

"Come here," I smiled taking her into my arms and stroking her stomach, "You look so beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, captivating, the most ravishing lady in the world,"

"You're just overexcited." she smiled,

"Of course, I'm excited to finally meet our little one."

"I think you just like seeing me pregnant,"

"Humm I admit, I do... enjoy the sight of you like this." I smirked, "Oh your swollen womb pushing out your stomach and stretching your skin, as you carry our little baby, feeling our little one growing and developing." I smiled stroking her baby bump and feeling the kicks, "Aww he's kicking?!"

"Kicking away again must be happy to see his daddy,"

"Well, daddy's very happy to see him and mummy too," I smiled giving her baby bump a bunch of little kisses, "How are you feeling?"

"Large. Swollen. In pain." she complained,

"I know Y/n, I know. But it won't be long till our baby comes." I smiled, "I am having the nurses sort my old room upstairs so you and I can start staying here,"

"I don't want to stay here Jack, I want to be home. In our little house, our little bed, so we can cuddle up by the fire while we wait for our little one."

"I know, I know that's what you want, and I want you to be home cosy in our bed too. But it's not safe. You go into labour while I'm here by the time someone gets to me and I get to you so much could have gone wrong." I explained, "I can't leave you on your own when you're this far along,"

"So I have to be shoved in an attic," she pouts,

"Well, you can have my old room? or you can have a hospital room? You need to be here where I can check up on you, where I can keep an eye on you, and where I can be close to take care of you Y/n,"

"Alright..." She slightly whined, "So long as it's best for baby."

"Well, I want it to be best for you too. for you and for baby." I kissed her sweet little forehead,

I turned over and sat myself up hearing my back crack and click as I did, I wasn't used to this bed again. I had learnt to become far used to our big cosy bed at home, and now back in my old bed, I wasn't getting much sleep. Didn't help I constantly put my hand on Y/n's stomach making sure everything was as it should have been. And she had been kicking me out of bed. Not on purpose, she's just grouchy from being pregnant and not being very comfortable in the bed either. I don't mind, if she has to push me off and kick me onto the floor so she and baby can be comfy, I'll happily sleep on the floor. Honestly, the floor might be more comfortable than trying to share a single old hospital bed with my pregnant wife. But I got up and got some clothes on as quietly as I could, and once dressed I knelt on the bed beside Y/n and stroked her beautiful Y/H/C hair running my hand down her pale skin in her white cotton nightgown. I stroked across her bump feeling tentative so as not to wake her her bump had dropped in the night, and it wouldn't be long a few days at most until her labour began. I didn't bear to wake her, let her rest while she still could. I kissed her bump softly right around where the baby's head lies, and then kissed her own forehead inhaling the scent of her Y/H/C hair before I pulled back. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay and comfort her in my arms, but I knew there was so much work to do. So I climbed out of bed and moved silently out the door leaving the door open a crack to not risk the sound waking her, and in case she needed anything nurses would be able to hear her.

I headed around the hospital on my rounds when I saw Hetty rush over clearly something was wrong by the panic on her face and the speed she approached, I assumed something had fucked up with that damn Hernia patient in room four but she said one word. That made my blood run cold.

"Y/n."

I didn't ask questions, I dropped everything and bolted through the hospital like a creature possessed, up the stairs and into my old room to find one of the nurses holding her hand and dabbing her head with a damp cloth as she screamed in pain holding her stomach. I rushed to her side and took her hand checking her stomach and under her nightgown, Yep. She's in labour pretty deep in labour actually.

"How long."

"We don't-"

"How long has she been like this!"

"She began complaining of pain at ten o'clock, we thought it best to call you up now." Hetty nodded,

"Now... It's bloody half past three! Five hours and not ONCE did you think to come and tell me my wife is in LABOUR!" I yelled, "Y/n, darling are you okay?" I began but she grabbed me by the waistcoat and screamed into my face before collapsing onto the pillow again, "Fair enough." I nodded,

It was torture to hear her violent screams and see her body contort so much that I had to hold her down, It was utter agony to watch the woman I love in such pain, knowing there was nothing I could do to help her. We did everything possible to try and make her comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be with a baby coming out of you. But... we kept hitting dead ends. The moments felt like hours of trial and error but nothing seemed to be working, she was in labour deep in labour hours in at this point but... the baby just didn't move. I kept checking and checking but never once felt the head, her water had broken, her body knew this was happening and she pushed exactly as she should have doing everything I could have asked of her no matter the pain she felt. But still, the baby didn't come.

I didn't want to think it possible, not now. Not her... Not our baby, not my wife. But... it was becoming increasingly obvious what was wrong. I gave it one more check moving my hand to fully examine her even if it hurt her, and hurt me too.

"No?" Hetty asked as I moved my hand away and quickly cleaned it,

"No. We're in a time crunch. Her body's gonna keep pushing until the baby comes out. But..."

"But?"

"But... the baby is stuck. Her cervix either hasn't opened wide enough or the baby's at an angle it can't get through... it's stuck inside her. and her body will rip her apart trying to force it out."

"Then what do we do?"

"Out. All of you." I demanded,

The room cleared leaving Y/n and I alone, I sat beside her cradled her in my arms and kissed her head as much as I could as she let tears slip down her face.

"what's wrong..." she squeaked out,

"Baby isn't coming... He's stuck. Won't come out."

"You never told me that could happen..."

"Cause I didn't think it would happen! Not to you..."

"what do you need to do Jack..." she whispered,

"I don't have much time. As it is with your water broken we're running on borrowed time." I told her, "If we leave it... baby will die and it'll take you with him."

"what can you do?"

"... I... I could open you up. cut you open remove the baby but..."

"But what?"

"Y/n I'd kill you. You'd die within the sheets before it was even done."

"But it would save the baby?"

"Please do not ask this of me."

"But would it save the baby Jack?"

"... it could."

"Then do it."

"You can't ask me to kill you. You can't ask me to trade your life for the baby."

"but if you don't... you will have nothing. If it claims both baby and I. You will be left in this world with nothing," She explained, "I trust you. I love you. I know you can do this, I wouldn't want anyone else in this world to do this. Save our baby... Please."

"And if I kill you? If I pay the ultimate price for our baby... and I lose you. You think I could ever live with the blood of the woman I love on my hands?"

"can you live with yourself if you don't?" she asked, "knowing to sit there and hold my hand into the next life, knowing you watched me and our baby die without even trying to save him."

"You are worth more to me than an unborn child. I would trade his life for you a hundred times, I would trade the life of everyone in Port victory if it meant I could have you... Y/n... my darling... Please... You can't ask me to kill you,"

"Jack...Please." she begged, "Save him. Please."

"This is what you want?" I whispered between tears and she nodded, "Okay..." I nodded as I kissed her lips, "I love you so much, Y/n,"

"I love you too Jack," she nodded,

"Please..." I told her as I moved and grabbed my tools, "Whatever happens... Forgive me my darling."

"I will I promise," she nodded,

I grit my teeth but called Hetty back in, with no time to move her down to the theatre I did what had to be done. I tried to block out her, as I cut open the woman I loved like she was nothing but a piece of meat, trying to imagine this was any woman but her. Often having to brush tears from my eyes getting her blood over my skin, before finally the baby was out I handed him off to Hetty without much of a word.

As horrible as it sounds, I couldn't be happy... I couldn't look at him, even think about our baby when Y/n was under my blade the moment the baby and afterbirth were out. I began to work fast and delicately trying my best to ensure she survived.

"Jack-" Hetty began trying to get my attention, but I ignored her and focused only on Y/n.

I worked until my hands and fingers were sore, just trying to make sure everything was as good as I could make it and when the final stitch was in I finally stopped.

"Jack..." Hetty spoke up and I turned to see her with the baby in her arms,

I felt so cold to see the baby in her arms, I almost didn't want to see it. I thought I could have just given up Y/n for the baby.

"It's a boy." She said,

"Is he alive..."

"Yes, alive. Healthy. Bigger than most... likely the cause of-"

"Okay." I nodded stopping her from speaking doing my best not to cry,

"Will you hold him?"

"...I - I-"

"Jack, Hold him." she said, "He's happy, he's healthy," She said as she handed me the little baby wrapped in a swaddle cloth, I held him in my arms looking down at his little face but I felt this horrendous guilt in my stomach, I felt... like all of this was my fault. I could have just killed her. I could have brought a baby into this world robbing him of a mother, I could have taken the woman I love from this world, even as I held him... I couldn't believe he was worth it. I felt like I was to blame, like... if I hadn't ever gotten her pregnant... none of this would have happened, "He looks like you," Hetty tried to comfort me, she was right... he looked like me.

"It's not fair..." I gasped fighting back the tears that slipped down my face, "It's not fair. he should look like her. He should look like the most beautiful woman in the world... not like me." I answered, "I can't." I began to panic so I handed the baby back to her and gripped the bed desperate to get my breath, "Is she breathing..." I asked, "Is she breathing!"

The nurse checked and nodded,

"Let her rest. As long as she needs..." I nodded, "You both can go." I told them,

The nurse nodded and left so I took her place sitting on the bed and holding Y/n's hand finger on her pulse and my other hand on her diaphragm to feel her every breath. Hetty lingered for a moment, she set the baby in the Moses basket and moved it beside the bed even if I couldn't bear to look at him.

"Jack... Look at your son," she demanded, but I didn't move. "Y/n would want you to look. She'd want you to hold him. To love him... You can't blame him, Jack,"

"I don't... I blame myself."

"Jack... Y/n is alive. Your baby is alive. That is not something to blame yourself for, it is something to celebrate and rejoice in. How often is it a mother and baby both survive a cestion?"

"It's not over yet... Not until she's healed. all it takes is a second and I could lose her."

"So savour every second you have with them both." She said before she left the room,

I did my best not to look at him even if he cried I just wanted to hold Y/n a little longer, but I couldn't take his crying so I picked him up and cradled him for a moment letting his cries fade.

"... I- I am sorry little guy, I know I should be giving you attention, you probably miss all my cuddles and kisses I promised you but... I- I am far too worried about your mother." I whispered, "If anything happens to her, please forgive me, little guy, I know I won't ever forgive myself."

"Must you be dramatic," Her voice croaked,

"Y/n!" I jumped turning to her letting tears flood down my face so overjoyed to see her little Y/E/C eyes open, "You're alright!"

"..alive... don't know about alright," she giggled, "Is he okay?"

"He's a happy, healthy little boy."

"...good," She smiled she offered her arms and I carefully handed our little boy over to her kissing her head as she held him,

"I was so afraid I'd lost you,"

"as was I... I thought I'd lost both of you." she whispered, "Thank you, Jack, I know it was hard."

"I don't care how hard it was. I only care you're alive. You and our baby."

"He's beautiful, so sweet, for all the trouble he caused,"

"Yeah... I think he might forever be a little troublemaker."

"Umm, our little troublemaker." she smiled, "Have you named him?"

"no, I wanted to wait to know you were okay,"

"...I think... little Simon,"

"Simon Dawkins? It's perfect my darling." I cooed giving her and him little kisses, "I-I love our little boy, our little Simon,"

"I love him too," she cooed,

"I love you so so much Y/n," I told her as I stroked her cheek,

"I love you too Jack" she smiled giving my lips a soft sweet kiss.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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Hi can you write Chris angst with happy ending, where the reader is younger than him and not from the US, Chris and reader have a fight and he says something he didn't mean, bc the reader didn't have anyone to go to so she went to chris' mom's house and tell her about the fight. Thank youu!

hello! I hope you enjoy this, this was probably the longest thing I've written as well, haha. thank you for sending it in!

warning - angst, happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

While Chris is away at work, I usually stay at his house, which he says is mine. I make sure it’s spotless before he comes home. I look after Dodger and take him for walks. When I know Chris will be home, there’s always a hot plate of food ready for him and a nice cold beer. I have to admit. It was hard to get acquainted in a country I didn’t know that well. I was thankful for Lisa as she helped a lot.

The hardest thing about dating a well-known actor was the fans once they found out I was much younger than Chris. It was on, they’d try and make my life a living hell, and they made sure it was known I wasn’t deserving of a man like Chris Evans. But to them, no woman was unless it was themselves.

Chris has been distant lately. We used to talk all the time while he worked. Facetime, calls, texts. You name it, and we did it. But recently, he’s stopped. I receive one-word answers now and no good morning or goodnight texts, no I love you’s during the day. Just nothing…

Today, I cleaned the whole house, took Dodger to his usual dog park, fed him and made dinner. Making myself look presentable for Chris. The front door slams open as I finally sit down and start a movie while cuddling Dodger. An irritated Chris storms through, and he places his things down before turning towards me. A sneer appears on his face.

“So this is what you do all day? Just sit on your ass and watch tv?” Ignoring what I’m about to say, he stalks over to the kitchen and swings open the fridge door, grabbing a beer before popping the cap off and gulping most of it down. I slowly get up, feeling my chest tighten at his words. No hug, no gentle greeting. Just bitterness, like black coffee without the milk and sugar.

I give Dodger a small pat before heading into the kitchen, where Chris is drinking a second beer, leaning against the counter and glaring at the hot food on the stove. I nervously pick at my nails, carefully walking towards Chris and placing a soft hand on his arm. My mouth opens as I’m about to speak, but Chris’s head snaps toward me, and the harsh glare on his face causes me to flinch back.

“Can’t you just fuck off already?! You’re always fucking here! Always fucking texting and calling me! You’re so fucking clingy. You called me during work and interrupted a scene! You sit around here all day and do fucking nothing! I do all the fucking work, and I can’t even come home and get a fucking break!”

“I–I…” I try to blink away, the tears forming. Chris backs me into the table as his harsh words pierce through me. Spit flying from how angry he is.

“You– you what?! Huh?! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I can’t even feel my heart breaking as I take off. I don’t see Dodger running into the room and practically tackling his dad whilst barking. Everything is a blur, and I quickly run out of the house, not even daring to take a car, as that’ll just add to Chris’s hatred.

I’ve been running for a while, not knowing where I’d end up as I didn’t have anyone. My feet managed to take me to Lisa’s house, and I anxiously waited at the front door after knocking, thinking that maybe coming here wouldn’t be a good idea. I mean… What if she hates me too? What if I’m just a burden and I should just leave and never turn back, but before I can turn and try and find my way, the door opens.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s eyes widen at the sight of me before quickly ushering me in. I didn’t even notice I was crying or that my feet were bleeding, “oh dear, what happened?” I’m so spaced out that I don’t notice her leading me over to the couch and sitting me down. As Lisa returns with hot chocolate, a blanket is wrapped around my shivering form. Once she sets it down, she looks me over and takes my hand.

My mouth opens and closes for a while as I try to find the words. “I– uh, Chris… He came home….” I slowly take a sip of the drink in my hand, even though my stomach is in knots, and I feel like I’ll throw up at any minute. Lisa patiently waits for me to continue, knowing I need some time for my head to wrap around all of it. “He’s been distant lately and– and he came home, said something about how I do nothing all day, and then, he disappeared to the kitchen. Already two beers in when I reached him….” I break out into a sob. Lisa’s hand connects with my back and gives it a rub.

“He– he, uh, said a lot of things… Mean things, and he told me to get out, so I ran, and this is where I ended up. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I’m bothering you.” I go to stand, but she quickly pushes me down before giving me a motherly hug.

“You’re never a bother, dear. My son shouldn’t have said or reacted like this, and I’m sorry for how he’s treated you. Now come on, let’s run you a bath and then you can sleep in the guest bedroom.” She stands, holding her hand out, and once I grab it, she leads me to the guest room before she heads into the bathroom, running the bath for me. Once she thinks it’s perfect, she comes out and informs me, and I head in. I strip down and hand her my clothes before relaxing in the tub.

As I sit there, the day catches up to me. A tear falls, and then another, until a full sob leaves my lips. I place my head into my hands at the feeling of heartbreak. My hand runs down my face. The stress of it all is visible on my face. I’m broken out of my daze when there’s a knock on the door, “I’ve placed a clean pair of clothes on the bed. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask, dear.” I mutter a thank you, deciding to get out and sleep the pain away.

I dried off and changed into the clean clothes put out for me before crawling under the covers, regretting sleep as my night was filled with nightmares. Waking up every two hours, sweat covering my forehead as a new nightmare has appeared. Soon the sun rose, and so did I, even more exhausted than I was before, slowly rising from the bed and pushing the covers off of me. I leave the room and head down to where Lisa is.

I stand in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I wish her a good morning. She spins, and her eyes widen at my state before she rushes over, “oh dear.” Her arms wrap tightly around me, I want to cry, but it feels like there’s nothing left. “Come, sit. I’ve made breakfast.” For a while, we talk and get things done around the house. It’s around the afternoon when we hear a knock on the door. Lisa lays a hand on my knee, excusing herself before going toward the front door.

My heart starts to race as I hear his voice. He seems to be pleading with his mother. I slowly stand before making my way over there, placing a gentle hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Lisa, thank you.” She looks at me, and I nod, turning toward Chris as she leaves. His appearance is horrible, bags under his eyes, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and tears are rolling down his face.

“What do you want?” My arms cross, knowing I look just as horrible as him. His heart breaks even more at the sight. He goes to reach out, but I flinch away, and Chris feels his world shatter.

“I– I made a mistake. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in the right, and I took it out on you, baby. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me.” At this point, big fat tears were leaving his pretty blue eyes. He continues to plead, beg, anything and everything, but my heart hurts too much to forgive him.

“I, uhm… think we should take a break for a while. It hurts too much to forgive you right now….” I bite my lip hard, trying not to break out into tears. “I’ll come to pick my things up later….” Chris’s mouth drops open as he begs for this not to happen, but my mind has been made up. The distance was one thing that went on for months, but the fight that’s what pushed this.

Chris watches as Y/n packs all of her things, both hearts breaking. Chris regretted everything the minute the words left his mouth, hell, even when he was distancing himself. Dodger hasn’t come close to him since then, but the moment the dog saw you, he was all over you, licking you and giving you attention. He hasn’t left your side since. Chris felt his world slipping through his fingers.

God, he wished that he had talked to you. He wished he talked about how stressed he was instead of distancing himself, and he wished that he didn’t let his co-workers or fans get to his head about how you were much younger than him, that you were taking him for granted. That one day, you’d look at him and realise you could do so much better, god. Chris wished he could go back and slap himself for being so stupid.

Once you got everything, you started to head out the door. You were saying a long goodbye to Dodger before you stood and looked at Chris. You get on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I will always love you, and I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

A tear fell from the pair's eyes as one lover walked away from the other, not knowing they wouldn’t meet again for another couple of months.

During the time they were apart, Chris retired and decided to give therapy a try. Every day, he regrets it, choosing to spend time with family, not once looking for a relationship because he felt a piece of him was missing. Right now, Chris was at the store picking up some food. His relationship with Dodger took some time to heal.

Y/n, well. She decided to go back home for a while, needing to be around her family as she was so heartbroken. Just recently, she moved back to Boston because even though being with her family was lovely, she felt as though Boston was her home, but she still was missing a piece of her. Right now, she’s at the store because her fridge is empty.

The two soulmates didn’t realise they’d meet again.

Y/n goes to reach for a tub of ice cream, and at the same time, so does Chris. Their hands touch and they quickly jerk them away.

“Sorry”

“No– no, I’m sorry.”

Brows furrowed as the voice sounded familiar. They turned to look at each other, and that feeling of emptiness was suddenly filled when their eyes locked. Chris’s face goes red as he gestures to the ice cream, and Y/n grabs it whilst also grabbing another and carefully handing it to him.

They stand awkwardly for a moment, both trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“So… How’ve you been?” Y/n decides to start it off simple, feeling her heart hurt from how much she’s missed him, not the him she unfortunately saw but the one she fell in love with.

“Yeah, good, good. I– uh, retired and started therapy. How have you been?” Chris rubs the back of his neck as Y/n’s eyes widen.

“You retired?” He nods, explaining that he thinks it was time and that he’s been spending more time with his family. “I’ve– uhm. I’ve been good. I decided to move back, as you can see.” They and everyone else can feel the awkward tension, the ex-couple not knowing how to react.

Chris clears his throat before gesturing, “well– it was good seeing you, I should.” Y/n nods, agreeing. They start to separate ways for the second time, and god, is it heartbreaking for the two. At the same time, they turn and face one another before their items are dropped, and they move toward each other, Chris opening his arms and scooping her up as their lips meet.

It looks like something out of a movie to outsiders but to these two. It was like the piece that was missing was finally found.

They pull back for air, and their eyes are full of tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot. I never stopped loving you, and I should’ve talked to you instead of being an ass.” Y/n wipes the tear that falls from his eyes. Leaning forward, she places another kiss against his lips.

“I forgave you a long time ago, bubs, and I did say I will always love you.” We stare into each other’s eyes for a while until we both break out into laughter.

“We’ve become one of those cheesy romance movies, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have.”

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chuckbass-love · 1 year

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Hi there, so I was scrolling through TikTok and I was watching this one video of the guy singing careless whisper while looking very depressed and I thought maybe something like the reader was leaving for a girls vacation and Chris is being a little dramatic about it and Scott records him singing into a whiskey bottle and postes it on TikTok idk I just thought it would funny

YES YES YES!! Although we're all very aware of how independent Chris can be, how he is very vocal on his need for his woman to have her own things going on. We already know he'll have his fair share of clingy moments. I had a lot of fun writing this for you. Thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy it. I am also so terribly sorry for the long wait. I've been working my ass off to complete part 2 to a younger model. But i figured a nice short break to write this wouldn't hurt. Enjoy, lovely🥰

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted or to be translated anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without permission. Reblogs are welcomed though.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff.

Word Count: 2,860

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @chrisevansupdates 💕

Endless Pining

It had only been two hours...and Chris was already struggling. You had been invited on a bachelorette party for your sisters upcoming wedding and what was worse is that said party was in Cabo. You informed Chris of these plans months in advance and he was very cool calm and collected about the entire thing...until you started packing the night before.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he said, his eyes puppy dog like, he could have definitely given Dodger a run for his money in that moment. Gone was the Chris you were used to, the one that said he preferred his woman to have her own things going on, not wanting her to be tied to him all the time. And now look at him. Begging you to stay like some love struck clingy teenager.

Not that you're complaining, of course. You love Chris, it's obvious in the way you very nearly stayed home just to be with him. He's the love of your life, as cliche as it sounds. Although every single heartbreak lead you to him, you still wish he was the first and only man you fell for, slept with and met. But such is life, you can't complain now when all of that mess and hurt brought you to now, to being the woman who gets to be there at the end of a long couple months filled with interviews and awards shows. You're the one he comes home to. And vice versa.

Chris makes you feel the way you've always wanted to feel. He doesn't even make you question if you're the only woman in the world for him because you already know you are. You've never had to make pros and cons lists of why you should and shouldn't be with him and lastly, you've never had to ask him to treat you right. He just does. It's refreshing.

But the same goes for you with him. You are always there for him when his schedule dies down again and he's back home for a couple weeks, you get to cuddle up on the couch, play with his hair until he falls asleep and when you both eventually go to bed, you're there to cuddle him.

He knows how lucky he is to have you and he's never shy when it comes to showing his appreciation.

You see, Chris has had his own fair share of heartbreaks and times when he's been the heartbreaker, but he was young, naive and stupid. He made mistakes just like everyone does when they are growing and learning and maturing. He's never tried to hide his disdain for his past behaviour but he's also never tried to hide how much he knows he had to be that way to get to where he is now. And look at where it all lead him, straight to you. He's forever grateful it did. He never has to worry if you're in this relationship for fame and money, because you have your own successful career.

It all works, you balance one another out. It's heavenly and healthy and you couldn't wish for any better. And even if you did, how does it get better than this?

The total length of the holiday is three days, Friday to Sunday. It's a weekend that will surely be filled with lots of alcohol, lots of partying and lots of good memories to take home.

Oh and let's not forget about the embarrassing pictures that will be sure to haunt you, as well as the stripper all of the girls collectively hired for your sister. She's going to kill all of you, and you're not even slightly bothered by that.

The journey to the airport was as short as you wanted it to be and now you're just waiting around for the rest of the ladies to arrive. You all agreed to meet outside the airport and you've been here for almost an hour now. Thankfully you haven't been alone, your sister is here with you. The two of you have just had a small catchup of your week before nearly falling off of your suitcase the second you hear a bundle of screams.

As you look up you instantly see Jessica, Lucia, Callie, Myla and Angela. They all have grins that run from ear to ear and you instantly get up, running towards them along with your sister Dalia.

The seven of you all squeeze one another, jumping around in circles and insisting that the weekend is going to be crazy and fun. It's time for the bachelorette to really begin.

"Sooooooo... i brought some shots for us all to take now, to you know, kick things off" Angela says, rummaging through her hand luggage to find 6 bottled shots of tequila. Okay, she didn't come to play around today, one thing you absolutely adore about Angela. She's the biggest party animal of the group and it's the best thing. You know that you'll always have fun with her. No doubt about it.

Whilst you all knock back the shot, faces wincing at the taste, Chris sits at home alone. His feet rest up on the coffee table, something you always tell him off for, as he thinks over what takeout he's going to order tonight.

It's now been two and a half hours and he has no sense of time. He knows this because two and a half hours has felt like five. As dramatic as it seems. But to be perfectly honest, it's most likely due to the beer he's been drinking. This is his third and he's nowhere near ready to stop.

As a man that's always wanted the best for his girlfriend, to want her to have her own career, her own hobbies separate to being with him, he sure is feeling the polar opposite. He wants you here with him, all up in his face with your breathtaking smile as you straddle him. Your lips becoming increasingly enticing. God he's down bad, and he knows it.

Whatever happened to the Chris that enjoyed his space, that enjoyed having alone time? He has zero idea. But it's weird and unfamiliar territory to be in right now. He's lost.

As you were packing last night he kept trying to put your clothes back, his way of jokingly asking you to stay of course. But it didn't work. You're still gone. Granted, it is for your sisters bachelorette and it's only for the weekend, so he guesses he can cope alone. Maybe he'll even call Scott over. Or, he could even pay his beloved mom a visit. Have some family time. Yeah, maybe that'll distract him.

He has the best ideas when intoxicated.

Placing the beer bottle on the coffee table, Chris sits up and pulls his phone out, clicking on his brothers contact to call.

"Wanna come over tonight?" he asks, and it doesn't take long before Scott is won over. Alcohol, pizza and Disney movies? Sold.

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Not long after the pizza arrives, Scott does too, with a six pack of beer in hand. Chris already has some in but he’ll never say no to more. Especially since he’s had quite a few since calling Scott to invite him over.

“You stink of beer and....” Scott steps closer and inhales one last time “is that whiskey?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

“Careful brother, you’re sounding awfully judgemental right now” Chris raises a brow before taking the six pack from his brother and heading into the kitchen.

“I take it Y/N left already” well isn’t he the observant one today.

“She did indeed and i’m fine by the way, a little space is healthy” he isn’t fooling anyone with that lie.

Chris is perfectly fine with you having your own space though, he’s just being overly dramatic as per usual and feeling sorry for himself. He’d never actually stop you from doing your own thing just to stay close to him. He loves that you have an active social life. However, lately he’s just felt the need to be closer to you. Whenever you’ve cuddled it genuinely felt like he wanted to merge with you, if that even makes sense. But you love it. You love this occasional side to him. At least it means he adores you and can’t get enough.

Besides, being that his schedule is so hectic a lot of the time, it’s nice that whenever he does get a break that he likes to be around you every second he can be. It fills you with warmth and security.

“Sure....” Scott trails off before heading into the lounge with some pizza and a beer with Chris trailing behind slowly, bottle of whiskey in hand as well as the box of pizza.

The television goes on, more depressing news, nothing to capture Chris’s attention. But with whiskey to compete with, it was hardly ever going to win. Not even politics is pulling him away from his pity party.

Scott chuckles as Chris eats his pizza whilst staring into the distance, knowing full well his brothers little tantrum will end soon. He’s just a lost puppy right now, worse than Dodger when he doesn’t get his own way.

It’s all just over dramatised in his own head. Because to Chris, it’s usually him travelling around for press junkets, filming and premiers. However, you usually accompany him for the premiers. Whenever the roles are reversed, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. And he doesn’t remember the last time he felt so strongly about a woman where it lead him to be so clingy. It’s strange.

“You’ll be okay, quit moping already” typical brotherly love as always from Scott as he rolls his eyes with a smile on his face when passing Chris on his way to the bathroom.

“Not helpful” Chris grumbles, causing Scott to cackle down the hall, the echo making him laugh twice as hard.

Chris just shakes his head, half annoyed his brother isn’t trying to make him feel better and half amused at Scotts reaction to his attempt to gain sympathy.

It’ll be a long night by the looks of things so maybe Chris should quit this half feigned and half authentic sadness. Deep down he knows you deserve the chance to let your hair down with your girls and relax. You work so hard, you deserve this break from the boring day to day routine.

Flight boarded, luggage checked in and now sitting comfortable in your seat, you await the announcement for seatbelts to be fastened and whilst you do so you decide to pull your phone out. Your chat with Chris pops up on your phone as a recent message appears from him.

Chris: Please come back, make this loneliness end

His begging makes you swoon in the strangest way possible. It’s certainly not something you ever saw yourself loving, being as past similar situations have had you cringing, the opposite effect so to speak. But with Chris, it’s something you adore. He’s made you feel things you’ve never felt before. It’s unfamiliar territory every single day with him, unfamiliar in the best way possible though.

You: You’ll be okay, trust me. Besides, think of the hot reunion sex we’ll have when i’m home...it’ll all feel worth it then. Missing you already. I love you x

Chris: I’ll make sure i get the rose petals ready then. I love you too, have a safe flight and call me when you land x

You: I will, i love you more x

Scott watches Chris’s lips tip up in a grin as he stares down at his iPhone, clearly you sprinkled some attention upon him, there’d be no other explanation, either that or he’s looking at pictures of you like the lovestruck puppy he’s always been just for you. When Chris falls, he falls hard. It’s been known. And Scott has only seen that a small number of times. He’s glad his brother has you in his life.

As Chris places his phone down, smile still rife on his face, not looking to go anywhere anytime soon, he takes a sip of his drink before finishing off his slice of pizza. Just that little text exchange alone was enough to fulfil his craving of you...for now. When he attempts to sleep alone in your shared bed, that’s when he’ll be at his most dramatic. And if only you’d be able to see it, you’d most likely poke fun at him whilst also telling him it’s adorable.

And then you’d laugh, the laugh he’s longing to hear.

God he really should get a grip of himself. What have you turned him in?

Chris glances out of the window through the slightly open curtains at the sun as it starts to set.

It spurs on memories of the two of you, with Dodger in tow, lounging around outside, a mountain with the most gorgeous view. Steaming hot coffee, in your hand as you sit with you knees to your chest whilst he covers you with edges of a blanket from behind.

It makes him smile a little, his heart warming with just the memory alone.

That's it, he needs to distract himself. He stands up abruptly before making his way to the piano out in the hall.

Taking one last swig of his whiskey before placing it atop of the piano.

His hands scatter across the notes, pressing random ones to familiarise himself, he hasn't played in a hot minute, that's for sure.

After a couple rounds of random chords, he slips into the George Michael classic, Careless Whisper.

Humming along with the music he's making, he slowly starts to murmur the words.

"Tonight the music seems so loud, i wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way, we'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say"

Scott makes his way out to watch as his brother sings beautifully. He's always loved hearing Chris sing, but it's a rarity these days.

"We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever"

Without thinking about it, Scott pulls out his phone, hitting record as Chris pauses to swig more whiskey before continuing seconds later.

"But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please, stay. And i'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm"

More intermittent piano playing fills the hall before he comes back in with the last of the song.

"So i'm never gonna dance again, the way i danced with you" closing out with a couple of notes, he sighs to himself before stopping and turning to Dodger.

"Missing your mommy, bud? Me too"

The fluffy dog doesn't respond in any way, just sits there, silently judging his dad.

And then Scotts laughter breaks him away from his trance.

"That is genius" he says, typing on his phone before popping it away in his pocket.

"What is?" Chris's brows furrow but Scott waves him off. "Oh, nothing, just some tiktok i found. Are you done moping yet?"

With a roll of the eyes, Chris shrugs.

"Possibly. Wanna play Mario Kart?" he suggest, knowing that'll get Scotts full attention.

He nods as the two of them head into the lounge and set up the games console.

Once you land and get your bags altogether, you check your phone in the line to the bathroom at the airport.

A tiktok notification alerts you that Scott has uploaded. You click it to check it out and have to immediately turn the volume down until you can put your earphones in. Once they are, you play it from the start.

It's a video of Chris, he's sat at the piano, Dodger sat by his side. He starts to sing to no one in particular. But it's the song he sings that makes your heart swell with love.

"George Michael" you say out loud, well, you whisper it.

He seems so lost without you. Maybe you should text him.

Midway through his second win, Scott groans as Chris pauses the game to check his phone that just went off.

Y/N: Landed safely. I'll call you later when we get to the beach house. P.s you really should sing more often, i loved your video x

Frowning at the last part, Chris mumbles to himself.

But as he goes to ask Scott, his phone starts to blow up, notification after notification. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok. It's nonstop.

He opens TikTok first, only to be horrified to find that Scott filmed him singing earlier.

As soon as Scotts eyes meet Chris's, he knows he's found.

"Oh you are so dead"

Scott gets up and runs with Chris chasing him. Some things never change.

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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Hi can I please request a chris evans imagine I has a bad day and he does something cute

Bad Day

I was laying on the sofa, cold towel across my eyes and trying my best to relax in the silence of my living room. Awful didn’t even begin to describe how my day had gone; I had woken up with a pounding headache, I spilt my coffee all down my white blouse and I very almost missed my deadline because of a meeting that had overrun. I hadn’t stopped all day and it was hitting me full force right now.

‘Hey baby girl, how was you, what’s wrong?’ I flinched when I heard Chris’ voice in the doorway which made him walk over and sit on the edge of the sofa.

‘Just a rough day,’ I said quietly, smiling softly when I felt his hand on my leg.

‘You want to talk about it?’

‘No,’ I said, moving until my head was resting in his lap and I took the towel off of my head to look up at him, ‘I’m just happy you’re home.’

‘Do you want me to go? I can go and hang out in the other room while you relax,’

‘No. Stay, cuddle me,’ I snuggled further into Chris and his arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight. Instantly I felt content and as if my day had gotten even the tiniest bit better.

I felt Chris shift slightly and relax against the sofa, keeping me against him and we both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. My hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb running along his cheekbone, his beard tickling my palm. He looked down at me, an amused expression on his face. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Leave me alone. I’ve been waiting for this all day, I’ve missed you.’

‘I missed you too, baby. I’m sorry you had such a crap day.’

‘I’ll get over it,’ I said softly, smiling up at him.

We sat again for a while, just enjoying each others company. All of a sudden, Chris lifted my body to get up, laying me back down on the sofa. My hand automatically reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of his t-shirt. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I’m just going to get a couple of things and then I’ll be back okay?’

My hand came down to rest on the sofa and I just listened to the sounds of Chris pottering around in the next room. I could hear the faint rustle of fabrics and a couple of clicking noises before he wandered off into the kitchen.

‘Ow! Shit!’ he yelled out which made me sit up and swing my legs to put my feet on the floor, ready to get up.

‘Is everything okay? What happened?’

‘I’m fine, just a bit of hot water! Don’t you dare get up from that sofa!’

I giggled to myself and let myself fall back down only for Chris to come back into the living room a couple of seconds later.

‘Right. Come on, beautiful girl,’ he said, walking over to me and lifting me bridal style in his arms, making me laugh.

‘Chris what are you doing?’

‘Cheering you up.’

That was all he said before he carried me into the den and I gasped at what I saw. The lights were dim and there were candles on the coffee table, giving the room a soft glow. There was a pile of blankets on the sofa and two hot chocolates waiting for us.

‘What’s this?’ I asked, grinning.

‘Movie night. You’ve had a rubbish day so we’re going to lay here, cuddled up and we’re going to watch all your favourite films,’ he said, putting me down on the sofa and throwing a blanket over my lap.

‘Where are you going now?’ I asked when I saw him walk out of the room again.

‘I just need to get the last thing,’ he called out, reappearing a couple of minutes later with Dodger in his arms. He set Dodger on my lap and sat next to me on the sofa, pulling us both into him as he picked up the remote. As soon as the film was playing, he leant over to kiss the top of my head and scratch Dodger’s nose as I laid my head on his shoulder.

‘Maybe I should have a bad day more often,’ I said, joking.

‘Or you could just ask for a film night baby,’ he chuckled, squeezing me tighter.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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A furry matchmaker

Title: A furry matchmaker

Square filled for @ultimatechrisbingo: Buying a house

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Meet cute

Summary: Before you met him, you met his dog.

Pairing: Alpha!Chris Evans x Omega!Reader, Dodger x Freckles

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,8 k

Warnings: a/b/o, rpf (we don’t mention he’s an actor, though), language, meet cute, mentions of a break-up, dog-napping, true mates, light smut, unprotected sex, mating, semi-public sex, scenting, possessive alpha, claiming, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: Before anyone complains, I’ll label this one lightly dub-con. Maybe there is a hint of manipulation too. 🤷‍♀️ (I can’t say more to not spoil the story so, read at your own risk.) 👈

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“No, Maria. I will not try to fix things with him,” you rub your tired eyes with one hand while angrily barking into your phone. “I left your unfaithful and lying son of a bitch of a brother for a reason. He chose to claim some girl he just met.”

When you finally end the call to unlock your hotel suite you groan audibly. You close your eyes for a moment, sighing deeply as you push the door open.

“Home sweet home. How I love to live out of my suitcase,” you slam the door shut behind you, huffing while dropping your bag and jacket to the floor.

“Another great day to forget about the douche I wasted three years of my life on,” you walk toward the bed, ready to just sleep the last months off when something catches your eye. “What? How’d you get in here?”

You are fairly sure your hotel suite did not include dogs. Now there is a boxer-mix rolling on its back and whining for attention.

“Boy, you are a cute little bastard, huh?” you carefully approach the dog, not wanting to get bitten as you trusted the furry beast too soon. You gently run your hand over his belly, making him purr for you, “aw, you’re a good boy too.”

He looks up at you, whining low as he seems to miss his owner. “So, tell me,” running your hand over its head you look for any sign of an injury, “how’d you get in here? Where is your owner? Did you get missing, sweetie?”

The dog rolls back on his belly to nuzzle your hand with his snout. “We should try to find them, don’t we?” you ask and the dog jumps off the bed to sit next to you, nuzzling your left calf this time. “Whoa, no getting grabby before the third date, sir,” you chuckle as the dog moves to your right side to sniff at your other calf. “Let’s go back to the lobby and look for your owner.”

“No, you don’t understand,” you are slowly losing your patience. “The dog is not my dog. I came back to my room, and he was lying on my bed. His name is Dodger according to the name tag, but there is no information to contact the owner. Maybe you could ask around if someone is staying at the hotel with a dog.”

“We do not allow dogs in here,” the concierge sneers while looking at Dodger sitting next to you. “Get that beast out.”

“Sir, I’m trying my best not to lose my patience,” cocking your head, eyes narrowed you growl at the unfriendly guy. “Dodger is not my dog. I found him in my room, on my bed. I need your help to find his owner. Now stop wasting my time and ask around if anyone lost their dog.”

“Ma’am, one last time,” you snarl at the concierge as Dodger lifts his eyes. He whines, and gets up, harshly tugging at the scarf you loosely wrapped around his neck to not lose the poor guy at the hotel.

“Whoa, wait big boy. Why the hurry,” Dodger guides you away from the unhelpful concierge and toward a tall alpha who is hiding his eyes behind sunglasses and his hair under a base cap.

You shriek as the tall alpha makes his way toward you and Dodger. The man grits his teeth, and you fear he’ll attack you.

Luckily, the dog sits next to you to nuzzle your calf again.

“Hey, is that your dog, Sir?” you point at Dodger. “I found the poor guy at my hotel suite. I got no clue how he got in there. The concierge told me dogs are not allowed in here. You should be more careful.”

“Dodger,” the man crouches down to run his large hands over Dodger’s fur. “How did you get in here, boy? I was turning around, and you were just gone.”

“Phew, good, it’s your dog,” removing the scarf around Dodger’s neck you sigh, relieved. “I feared I need to run around Boston to find his owner.”

“Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself,” the man gets up to hastily grasp for your hand. “I’m Chris, and you just found my dog. Thank you for not chasing him away.”

“Aw, how could I?” you crouch down to ruffle Dodger’s fur. “Be more careful, sweetie. Not everyone is a good person in this world. Stay close to your owner from now on.” Dodger jumps at you and takes the chance to lick your face all over. “Hey, not kissing before the second date, sir.”

“Sorry, he’s a little eager when it comes to pretty ladies,” Chris awkwardly holds out his hand to help you back up. “How can I pay you back?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you wave his concerns off. “I’m glad I was able to get him back to you safely. If you would excuse me now, I need to take a shower and make some phone calls. I hope you don’t get lost again, Dodger. If so, at least get lost in my room again.”

Chris chuckles as you pat his dog’s head one last time. “How about I invite you for dinner?”

“No,” you already turn around to leave Chris behind. “I don’t want anything. All I wanted was to bring you your dog back. Is all…”

Dodger whines as you make your way back toward the reception to yell a little at the unfriendly concierge from earlier. “Dodger, did you follow her?” Chris looks down at his dog, sighing deeply. “I told you to not look for an omega for me.”

The next day you sit at a café, sighing as you go through your house-hunting memos. You still didn't find a new home.

“Another week at the hotel then,” you thumb through the papers. “All of these—hey!” you squeal as you feel a tongue lick over your calf. “What?”

“Sorry, my dog just ran off, and then—oh, it’s you again,” you look up to face Chris once again. “I guess he likes you very much.” He gives you a soft smile. “Dodger doesn’t want to leave your side.”

Chris points at his dog sitting next to you. Dodger places his head in your lap, whining to get your attention. “Hey, sweet boy. Did you miss me, or do you want more cuddles?”

“He likes you,” Chris says again. “I swear we did not follow you. I wanted to go for a walk with my dog, and then he just ran toward your table. I called his name, though.”

“Don’t worry,” you offer the free seat at your table to Chris. “He didn’t bug me. I love dogs. I had one not so long ago too. I lost her, though.”

“Lost her?” the alpha cocks his head to search your face. He frowns as a single tear runs down your cheek. “What happened, sugar?”

“My alpha,” as you ruffle Dodger’s fur, smiling down at the dog you miss Chris’s features darkened at the mention of your alpha, “or rather my former alpha took my dog with him. Law was on his side.” You sniffle now. “He bought Freckles; this means she belongs to him. I tried anything to get her back, though…”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Chris jumps up to place his large hand on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have asked. Seeing Dodger must’ve opened old wounds.”

“Not so old wounds,” you give Chris a sad smile. “He left me for some other omega months ago. I left town and now I try to start anew in Boston.”

“Oh, that’s why you live at the hotel?” nodding silently you focus on Dodger again. “Do you want to rent or buy? A house or an apartment.”

“I don’t know yet,” you huff. “Maybe buying a house on my own is a bit odd, don’t you think?” He shrugs. “I don’t even have a dog.”

“If you want me to, I can lend you a hand. I helped my brother find a house too,” he offers now. “How about we meet up tomorrow again? This time we can make an appointment.” Chris grins now. “I can’t always let my dog run off to find you.”

“But that’s the best part of it, isn’t it?” both of you start to chuckle now. “Dodger seems to always know where to find me.”

“Shit, I don’t even know your name,” you grin up at Chris, giving him a wink. “What?”

“Well, Chris,” slowly running your hand over Dodger’s head you smile to yourself, “if you want to meet up with me again, you should find out my name first…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Chris stands in front of your hotel suite, grinning as he points at Dodger sitting next to him. “It was my hard work, not Dodger’s this time.”

“You bribed the concierge, didn’t you?” he tries to not give away that he did just that. “Aw, Dodger. Your daddy is a bad man. He cheated.”

“I did not, ma’am,” the alpha cockily retorts. “You never clarified the rules, Y/N. I gave you my name without missing a beat.”

“Still, you didn’t show me your eyes, hair, or told me your surname,” you step out of your room to crouch down and ruffle Dodger’s soft fur. “Hey, pretty dog. How are you today, my good boy?”

“He’s good. Fed. Clean. And he already made a huge—” you giggle as Chris bites his tongue to not tell you about his dog’s poop. “You know what I mean.”

You turn to get your jacket and bag, not missing the alpha sniffs in your direction. Chris purrs low in his throat as his eyes land on your untouched neck. There is no claiming mark, and he feels his alpha get even stronger.

“Get a hold on yourself. We can’t just pounce on her. Don’t let your instinct get the best out of you, Chris. We need to get to know her better, not mark her neck in a hurry,” he croons as you finally leave the room, and he gets a whiff of your scent.

“Can we?” you look at Chris, wondering why he grits his teeth.

“No, that’s not for me,” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your thighs. The first house Chris wanted to show you is more like a mansion and not a house. “Too big; too expensive.”

“We could still have a look around,” he offers. “Only to see what you do not want, Y/N. Let’s highjack the open house.” You chuckle at his boyish grin. “We can pretend that we are freshly married and want to have a house full of kids.”

“I don’t know,” glancing at Dodger on your lap you wonder if you should be in a stranger’s car after knowing him for like two days. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Omega, let us have a look around the house,” you shiver at his commanding tone. There is something in his steel-blue eyes when he looks at you in the passenger seat. “Come on. It won’t hurt to have a look around.”

How you ended up pressed against the wall of an empty house, Chris buried deep inside of your cunt and his hands all over your body will be forever a mystery to you.

One moment he unlocked the door to the house for sale to have a look around the empty house, and the next, you felt yourself grow wetter and Chris’s scent gets stronger.

“So tight for me,” he grunts with every deep thrust. Shit, you never did something like this before. You barely know the man rutting into you, still, you beg and whine for more. “I’m gonna make this cunt mine. You will be mine and a good baby mama for my dog.”

“Fuck, we forgot Dodger,” you rake your nails down his back, hoping to get Chris out of his instinct-driven state. “Chris, we need to look for your dog.”

“He’s sleeping in one of the rooms,” he moves a little faster, chasing his end to fill you up and knot you, just like his alpha demands. “I need you to cum for me, omega,” his face is buried in your neck, and his teeth are dangerously close to your claiming mark. “Fuck, I can feel your little cunt squeeze me. Come on, let go.”

“Y-you can’t knot me,” it’s a whimpered plea. “What if other people come here to have a look around the house?”

“It’s mine,” he wraps his arms tightly around your trembling body and all you can do is feel your pussy clench around his expanding shaft. “I bought the house a month ago. Just needed a sweet omega to share with.”

“OH GOD!” your body greedily opens up for his swelling knot while your mind is fighting to keep up with what is happening. “You tricked me?”

“I scented you a week ago, at the park. I lost your scent, omega,” he purrs against your neck as the tip of his knot presses against your cervix. “Dodger found you again, but I tried to stay away…he wouldn’t stop whining and I had to find you again.”

You’re panting, hands clawing at his back to ground your omega, to calm her and feel the alpha is safe.

“Why did you lie?” Chris gives you one last thrust, inhaling sharply as your scent gets even stronger. “Chris?”

“You’re mine and you told me about that alpha,” his teeth graze your mating gland again, and again until you purr for him. “I had to make you mine before he comes back.”

His teeth sink into your neck the moment his hot cum shoots into your womb. You struggle to breathe, feel or think at first and then, everything is crashing down on you.

The alpha fills your senses, your mind, and your soul. He gives you a piece of himself and takes a tiny piece of you in return.

“Alpha,” he croons against the mark he left, whimpering as you wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Omega,” Chris kisses your neck softly. “My omega, my mate…my true mate.”

“There is already a bed, and a dog bed,” you huff as Chris carries you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Wait, are those my suitcases?” glancing at your luggage your realize Chris planned to make you his omega all along.

Honestly, you don’t know if you should get mad or tell your heart it can keep on fluttering.

“Uh—I kinda had hoped that you’ll … shit,” he carefully places you onto the queen-sized bed, “I wanted to ask you out and tell you that you are my true mate. All those suppressants confused your omega. I just…I lost control and had to mate you.”

“Lost control, Evans?” you growl. “You dragged me into the house and kissed me breathless! I didn’t get the chance to think straight with your scent, and musk and taste and those fucking muscles…”

“Sorry?” he gives you puppy dog eyes. “My dad warned me that meeting your true mate is intense and that alphas can lose control…” Chris covers your body with a blanket and runs his hand over your hair. “The mark, it’s a good one. I—did well…right?”

“I don’t know yet,” you’re still a little confused. It’s not that you don’t find Chris attractive, and the pull toward the alpha is so strong you can barely think straight, still, you barely know the man who just claimed you.

“Chris, what are you doing?” you bite your nails as your alpha of three months runs toward his car. He chuckles as you jump out of his car to watch him carry Freckles toward the car while Dodger, his partner in crimes, runs next to him. “Fuck, did you steal my dog?”

“You said you miss Freckles, now you got her,” opening the door to the backseat you sigh deeply. “Don’t worry, sugar. The bastard wasn’t at home. I wore gloves and opened the gate. He’ll think the dog ran or something. We should drive back home now.”

“You’re crazy,” you laugh as Chris grins wolfishly. “You just dog-napped Freckles.”

“Hey, it’s not dognapping if the dog wants to come with you. Dodger impressed your girl,” Dodger jumps onto the backseat, expectantly looking at Chris. “Yeah, I got it. You got me a girl, now I got you one too…”

“Aw, look at them,” Chris and you watch Dodger purr and croon for your dog. Freckles barely lifts her head. She plays hard to get but glances at the boxer-mix whenever he runs away to get a new toy for your dog. “They are going to have cute pups.”

“She won’t have pups so soon,” you tut but smile softly when Dodger lies next to your dog. “What if my ex comes here to get her?”

“She’s Dodger’s mate now,” Chris brings you onto his lap and helps you get comfortable. “I will fight him with all I’ve got to keep her here. She was outside in the cold while it was raining. He’s an awful alpha and an even worse dog owner. He can eat shit…”

You relax in your alpha’s embrace, giving in to your instinct and letting your omega relax. It’s not that you didn’t give him hell after he claimed you months ago.

“You know, you still owe me a first date. I hope you don’t think I’ll let you get away with it…”

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Can you do a short fic of CE and wife reader? like cute stuff, not sure a story line kind of thing but something cute pleasee!? i love the cute stuff.

Love your works!

Taking Care Of You Makes Me Happy- Husband! Chris Evans Wife! xreader fan fic request

Summary: Chris comes home after being away for a month and reader is sick and Chris takes care of them

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of being sick, mentions of feeling nauseous, mentions of a headache, comfort fluff, soft Chris, mentions of medicine, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

It’s hard when Chris is away so much but it’s especially hard when I get sick because all I wanna do is cuddle up next to my husband and rest but he did tell me last time we talked that he would be home soon thankfully. I sat up to take my temperature and while the thermometer was sitting in my mouth I had Dodger laying by me keeping me company. The thermometer beeped and I looked at what it said and I got a small fever and thankfully it wasn’t high but I still felt like shit so I started to lay down but then I heard the front door open and then close and I heard someone say “babe? I’m home early!” It was Chris, I sighed with relief and I got out of bed and I went out to greet my husband.

I ran to hug Chris and said “Chris I’m so glad you’re home! I missed you baby.” Chris pulled me close and kissed the top of my head and said “hey Y/N I missed you so much, I’m here now.” Chris kissed my forehead and said “hey honey, you’re warm are you ok??” He looked at me worried and I said “I’m not feeling too good today right now.. I had to call off work.” Chris rubbed my back and said “oh honey I’m sorry, why don’t we get you in bed and I’ll make you some soup hmm?” I smiled feeling shy and said “thank you baby that sounds good but aren’t you tired from traveling? I can make it?” Chris shook his head and said “no baby don’t you worry about that I wanna get you all better I can rest later, I’m more worried about my wife right now.”

Chris helped me get back in bed and kissed the top of my head and smiled at me and said “I’ll be right back with your soup and some water ok?” I smiled and said “alright Chris, oh hey babe?..” Chris turned around and said “yea honey? You ok??” I nodded and said “yea I’m ok I just missed you.” Chris came and sat by me hugging me and said “I missed you more honey I’m glad I came home early I didn’t wanna be away any longer, I’ll be right back I promise.” A few minutes later Chris came back in the room with a tray of soup and a cup of water and carefully put the tray by me and Chris came and sat down by me and Dodger and said “I made your favorite, chicken ramen soup and got you some water.” I smiled at him and said “thank you Chris you are so amazing to take care of me even after you traveled home and worked hard.” Chris put his arm around me and said “honey taking care of you makes me happy, I worry about you and wanna make sure my wife feels better I love you.” I hugged Chris and said “I love you more honey.”

Later I was eating my ramen soup and then I felt a bit nauseous after I finished it and I wimpered because my head was hurting from a headache and Chris noticed how I was feeling and said “oh honey here let’s get you some pain killers and make sure to drink your water ok? Gotta stay hydrated bubs.” I nodded and tried drinking water and it helped a bit and Chris got me two pills and I took the pain killers and a few minutes later I started feeling a bit better and I laid my head on Chris’s shoulder and Chris pulled me closer carefully and said “there you go Y/N just relax I’m here now try and rest I’ll be here when you wake up.” I closed my eyes and rested feeling relaxed now that my husband was finally home.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 8 months

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Untethered

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Original Female Character, Addison Goodwin, Joe Goodwin, Mona Goodwin, Jess Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie Mae ‘Dodger’ Presley

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4319

Summary: Addison and Elvis have made it through more than most but that was because despite everything they always had each other. As if their souls were tethered but what happens when the rope snaps.

Tags/Warnings: Flashbacks, Love, Established Relationship, Cuddles, Hugging, Arguing, Parents, Implied Death, Implied Sickness, Family Arguments,

Notes: I'm up watching the candlelight vigil so I might as well post!

This a fic that links to The Girl He Left Behind/Here You Come Again. Set after Here You Come again by quite some years. Basically it’s the long and happy life Elvis deserved.

Special thanks to @ccab for letting me be such a masochist [and yes I cried writing it sue me]

LINK TO ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST // LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST

Addison could hear them arguing. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to, not given how her father had told her to stay on the porch swing until he came back out or how they attempted to say everything in harsh whispers, yet she could hear every word as it floated through the open window. And to make matters worse they were arguing about her.

‘And who’s going to watch her?’ Joe said hands on his hips as he watched his wife rifle through her purse which she had just picked up off the hallway dresser. She was dressed differently from before, Addison could only see through a small crack in the curtains, but her robe was gone now, replaced by a sleek black dress and her shoes, the ones she had shouted at Addison for playing in earlier today - the reason her daddy had found her crying on the front porch - clacked along the wooden floor.

‘You’re her parent too y’know,’ Mona said her gaze never looking his way as she slipped a compact out of her purse and checked her appearance.

‘And when I have to go to work? When you traipse in at God knows what hour or better still don’t come home? What then?’

‘You’ll figure it out Joey you always do,’ Mona said sarcastically, blotting her lipstick with her finger before she snapped the compact closed and threw it in her purse and then finally looked up at the man in front of her.

‘I make it work because I have to! Because you make me-‘ he snapped, his voice growing heated as he felt his frustration mounting.

‘Make you?! I didn’t make you do anything! You wanted a kid, begged me remember? Now you’re trying to blame me for what you signed us up for,’ Mona said in a tight whisper making Joe push a hard lump down in his throat, ‘you wanted Addison. I wanted my life.’

‘Addison is our life,’ Joe said angrily waiting for his wife to say something, anything that might insinuate she agreed if even the slightest amount but she watched him, stony faced and unyielding.

‘I’ve had her all day you have no idea what it’s like,’ she said eventually.

‘What would you rather go to work? Bust your hump every damn day to put food on the table,’ Joe argued.

‘Be a damn sight easier!’ Mona snapped, ‘do you know what’s it like? She doesn’t want me, Joe. Every day is the same. I’m never the one she wants, it’s always Daddy this, Daddy that when I’m the one home with her all day.’

‘She’s a kid Mona! Kids push your buttons,’ Joe said.

‘Well she can push yours tonight,’ she said slinging her purse onto her shoulder as she headed to the door.

‘So what you’re just gonna run out every time it gets hard? We need you Mona,’ Joe said following her. Mona paused, her hand on the door handle before she looked back at her husband, ‘and what about what I need?’

And before Joe could protest she wrenched open the door an flung herself down the garden path. Joe moved forward, standing in the door frame as he watched his wife climb into the cab that was idling in the middle of the street before it took off at speed. He only looked up when he heard a tiny voice speak from somewhere on the porch.

‘Is Mama mad at me?’ Addison said with a sniffle as she sunk back down onto her bottom pretending she hadn’t been kneeling up at the window, listening to every word. Joe looked at her, forcing a smile as he walked towards her sitting down on the swing beside her as she climbed onto his lap.

‘No baby she’s not mad at you,’ Joe said placing a kiss on the top of her head.

‘Then where’d she go?’ she asked as she looked out at the garden in front of them.

‘She’s had to pop out to see a friend,’ Joe lied.

‘But she’s coming back?’ Addison asked hopefully.

‘Of course baby,’ Joe said though he wasn’t sure that was the case.

‘Okay,’ Addison said quietly cuddling into him as he started to rock the porch swing with his feet.

The sun was sinking in the sky now, creating orange and pink streaks above the houses across from them. And his baby girl was nuzzled into him, her little fingers playing with the chain he was wearing around his neck as he rocked them.

Any other time it would’ve been a nice moment. But not tonight.

He had just gotten home from a long day at work, back breaking labour he was hoping would be followed by a nice meal and maybe an ice-cold drink. But that wasn’t the scene he was greeted with when he got home. No, as he pulled up he found his little girl sitting on their front porch sobbing her heart out. She had been waiting for him and ran to him the moment he had put his foot on the garden path, burying herself in his neck as her tears made his already sweat soaked shirt damper. He had asked her what was wrong but she hadn’t managed to get her words out, every bit of speech broken by sniffles and erratic breaths as she tried to explain herself.

But as he stepped over the threshold of his home he knew what was the matter. Mona.

He had placed Addison down and told her to stay on the porch until he came back out and though she was still sniffling and her lashes were clumped together with tears she had nodded allowing him to go into the house alone.

As he walked towards the back of the house he could sense something was up. Mona was flitting around the kitchen taking pots off the stove and decanting vegetables onto two plates on the countertop. It was a domestic scene that would be seen all over the United States tonight and yet their scene wouldn’t unfold like everyone else’s would. His wife wouldn’t kiss him as he greeted her. She wouldn’t serve him his dinner or ask him about his day. She wouldn’t put their little girl to bed, the pair of them making sure she was soundly asleep before they settled down enjoying one another’s company.

No tonight would go as it had a thousand times before. Mona would throw a haphazard meal on the table and then she would leave for whatever good time she had managed to arrange. He would make sure Addison was fed, ask her what had made her cry which she would no doubt inform him to be something her mother had said or did, and then he would bath her and put her to bed wondering if his wife would be laying in the bed beside him in the morning.

All of that had been put into motion the moment he had asked her why Addison was crying.

That had been what had led him into the argument, it had been the reason the pair of them were now sitting on the porch swing both as broken as the other. The only bonus was that Addison seemed to have stopped crying, fresh tears didn’t even seem to come as she watched Mona flee from them as if she were leaving the scene of a crime. Yet that hurt in its own way. It hurt so much that he had to peel himself away from her.

He needed time to rebuild himself, if only the ten minutes it would take to finish dinner, so he could be there for her when the inevitable questions rolled in.

‘Addie?’ he asked causing her large hazel eyes to look up at him expectantly, forcing a wave of sadness to flow through him at just how familiar they looked, ‘I’m gonna make dinner okay?’

‘Okay,’ she said as he moved her off him, placing a kiss on the top of her head before he stood up.

‘You stayin’ out here?’ he asked earning a nod in response. It was a small relief, at least holed away in the kitchen he could let his emotions flood through him without upsetting her, ‘okay. But don’t go wanderin’ off ya hear me? You ain’t allowed out of this yard.’

‘I know,’ she said with a smile.

And then he headed inside the house and out of sight. Addison watched him go before she sat back on the porch swing. She didn’t want to stay outside, it was getting late and a chill was flowing through the air making her shiver in her thin dress but she knew it was better to be here. If her daddy had wanted her outside whilst they argued he’d want her out of the way when he cried.

She couldn’t hear it this time, he was deep enough in the house that she couldn’t hear anything but she was sure he would cry. Like he always did when him and her mama fought. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know how he could hold her and make her feel like everything was better and yet he couldn’t fix himself. How her mama could leave him so broken.

It made her tiny heart hurt.

She had heard how her Mama had complained about her wanting him and it was true that throughout the day she had asked for him nigh on a thousand times. It had gotten on her mother’s nerves and so she had told her to go and play though she didn’t say anything about staying out of her parents’ closet. She had been trying on one of her mother’s fancy necklaces and walking around in the shoes that clacked along the floor when her mother had found her. She had yelled blue murder, yanking Addison up until the shoes dropped off her feet and clattered onto the floor. And then she had shoved her through the bedroom door, screaming about how she could never have anything nice, how Addison was nothing but trouble.

It had made her cry and that had only seemed to make her mother angrier and so Addison had fled to the safety of the front porch, waiting for her dad to get home. He always made her feel better. He never made her feel the way her mother did.

That was why she wanted him around. She knew her Daddy loved her, her mother she wasn’t so sure about.

As the sun continued to set and the chill got worse Addison got up from her seat on the porch swing, moving into a strip of sunshine that warmed her body in a way that made her feel a touch happier. She was revelling in the warmth as she watched a bug flit between the gap in the concrete of the porch floor, her finger chasing it as it ran into the shadows, but her attention was caught as she heard a chugging engine coming down the street and looked up to find a truck pulling into the driveway beside them. Addison scooted forward; her face pressed close to the wooden slats of the porch fence as she watched with curiosity. The house beside them belonged to Mrs Miller, a kind older woman who always gave her candy whenever she saw her by the fence. But Mrs Miller hadn’t been home for a while so this car pulling up was odd.

Addison watched as the car stopped and a man she didn’t recognise jumped out. He looked like her daddy, though where her daddy lacked a smile, he couldn’t seem to stop, especially as the rest of the car’s passengers started to disembark. Addison watched as a lady stepped out, not as smiley though she did brighten up as the man continued to talk gesturing to bits of Mrs Miller’s house. Addison watched as he threw his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple as he spoke animatedly about the house in front of them. Though she could see how happy they were it made her feel sad, it made her wonder why her parents couldn’t be like that.

Then she was distracted as she heard the clunk of a car door and looked across to find a boy a bit older than her making his way around the back of the car until he was at the other side, opening the door and helping out an older woman until she was firmly on solid ground. As he helped her up the path that had become overgrown and unloved in Mrs Miller’s absence Addison watched him.

He wasn’t a teenager but he was definitely older than her. His hair was sandy blonde, though it seemed almost as brown as hers as it was combed tightly to his head, the product he had used to get it that way making it look darker. Addison leaned in closer, watching him as he took a spot beside the younger woman, finally making a larger smile play on her lips.

‘What are ya doing down there, baby?’ she heard Joe say forcing her to whip around so quick as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Though as he watched her his gaze travelled beyond where she was sitting, clocking the fact there were now people next door. Addison watched as he waved to them and found the man she didn’t know waving back.

‘You wanna meet our new neighbours?’ Joe asked. Addison looked towards the family for a second and then back at her daddy who was waiting patiently then she nodded. Joe offered out a hand which she ran to, his large one encircling hers as they walked down the front steps and towards the fence where the man was now waiting, the rest of them talking amongst themselves.

‘Found it okay then?’ Joe asked with a smile as he leaned across the fence to embrace the man, his other hand still holding Addison’s who was watching them closely.

‘Yeah, just followed your directions,’ Vernon said, ‘again I can’t thank ya enough.’

‘Oh you know it was no bother,’ Joe said, ‘Jack didn’t sting ya too hard on the rent did he?’

‘Nah,’ the man said, ‘I think he’s just happy someone’s gonna be lookin’ after the place.’

‘Well from what I hear his mom’s gonna be headed to a long-term facility after hospital so you never know he might make it permanent,’ Joe said.

‘I hope so,’ the woman said appearing at the man’s side as she offered her hand out, ‘Gladys.’

‘Joe,’ Joe said, ‘nice we can finally meet. Vernon’s told me all about you.’

‘Only good stuff,’ Vernon ribbed.

‘Likewise,’ Gladys said rolling her eyes at her husband before she noticed the little girl standing beside him watching her inquisitively.

‘Which means you must be Addison,’ the woman Addison now knew as Gladys said looking down on her with a kind smile. She smiled back but tucked herself behind her dad’s leg as a blush flooded through her.

‘Hey now who are you tryin’ to convince you’re shy?’ Joe chuckled stroking her hair, ‘say hello baby.’

‘Hello,’ Addison said quietly.

‘Hi there,’ Gladys said.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ Vernon said with a smile.

‘You want me to come over and show ya round? I think they’ll have switched the power and gas off at the mains but everything’s the same as ours so I can show you how to get set up,’ Joe said.

‘You wouldn’t mind?’ Gladys asked.

‘Of course not,’ Joe said.

‘Thanks man,’ Vernon said as Joe nodded and climbed over the small fence one leg at a time before he turned back to Addison. She let him pick her up but as he placed her down on the other side of the fence, she stopped realising the boy from before was watching her. He was leaning against the truck, his blue eyes watching her closely as she looked towards him.

Then she found herself moving, her shyness from earlier disappearing as if there was something tugging her forward. She only stopped when she was stood in front of him, her large hazel eyes looking up at him as she smiled.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hi,’ Elvis said leaning up off the truck he had been resting on.

‘I’m Addie,’ she said.

‘Elvis,’ he said offering a hand out which he expected her to shake but she didn’t. Instead she dove headfirst into his midriff, her tiny arms wrapping around him though they didn’t meet at the back. His own hands moved to her back holding her to him though far more tentatively than she was hugging him. When she pulled back she smiled at him, offering her hand out for him to take which he did without thinking, unable to say no.

He could feel himself being tugged, his arm nearly wrenching out of the socket as she raced forward following the grownups. But it was more than that. The tugging didn’t feel as though it was coming from that small yet powerful hand, but from within them. Something tethering them together and for some reason he couldn’t help but smile.

As Addison pulled out of the memory she felt a tug deep inside her. She didn’t know why, after all that memory was a happy one and given that she was awash with all sorts of memories these days she should take comfort in the ones that were as nice as that. Though she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised, not when that tugging seemed to be a permanent fixture of her being these days, as if it was pulling her at the seams, trying to break her apart. Especially as she watched Elvis. He was lying in bed, his eyes closed and the book he had been reading on his chest though it slipped as he shifted, falling into the crevice of his arm and startling him awake. Though as he grabbed it he noticed her standing by the bathroom door watching over him and he smiled at her, that old familiar knee weakening smile – not changed by age.

‘What are you doin’ over there?’ he said quietly, ‘c’mere.’

Addison didn’t say anything but she obeyed his request, moving towards the bed and climbing on it until she was able to lay down beside him, moving the book as she nuzzled into his side, his arm going around her. He held her for a moment, his fingers tracing soft circles on her arm. Addison didn’t look up at him, soaking in his warmth as he held her, trying to commit this to be one of the memories that plagued her.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Elvis said after a moment.

‘The day we met,’ she said honestly, still staring out across the other side of the room though she felt him move his head no doubt looking down on her as he said, ‘yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly.

‘The day at the fair?’ he asked.

‘No, the very first time,’ she said making him breath a laugh.

‘Jeez you remember that?’ he chuckled quietly, ‘I can barely remember what I had for breakfast.’

‘I don’t know how. It just…came to me,’ she said.

‘You were barely three years old,’ Elvis said.

‘I know,’ she said quietly. She didn’t know how she remembered it. How her brain had plucked something she hadn’t thought about for years out and made her relive it and yet she wasn’t surprised. It was something her mind was doing more and more. As a way to cheer her up or torture her she wasn’t sure. After a moment she said, ‘you know what I do remember?’

‘What honey?’ he asked knowing there was more to whatever she was thinking about.

‘My mama and daddy were arguing if you can believe that,’ Addison said making Elvis chuckle, ‘so I was trying to ignore them. Took myself out on the front porch so I couldn’t hear my daddy cryin’….and then I see this big ol’ truck pull up and this nice couple get out followed by this older lady and then this skinny little thing helpin’ her out of the car-’

‘Lean not skinny,’ Elvis corrected making Addison smile.

‘This lean little thing,’ she corrected before she continued, ‘and y’know they looked happy. The mom and dad were smiling and the kid he seemed so kind and I just wanted to run right into the middle of it. To barrel headfirst across my garden until I was in it. In the middle of all that love.’

‘Addie your daddy loved you more than anything in this world you know that,’ Elvis said holding her a touch tighter.

‘I know and I wouldn’t have traded him for the world but I always wanted to be a part of it,’ she whispered.

‘A part of what honey?’ Elvis asked.

‘Your world,’ she said trying to push down the lump in her throat as she spoke, ‘I was drawn to it like a rope tied around my middle pulling me to it. To you.’

‘I know what you mean,’ Elvis said. He had felt it too. Every time she had walked into his life there was this pull, something pulling them together until they were tethered. It hadn’t been an easy road but it was never one they could escape. That was why he felt his heart shatter as she spoke again, this time in barely more than a whisper.

‘What am I gonna do when the rope snaps?’ she asked. Tears were falling now, rolling down her cheeks and onto the cotton of his pyjamas no doubt creating damp patches he would be able to feel but she couldn’t stop them.

‘Oh Ads,’ he sighed. They’d had conversations like this before but he’d never heard the fear in his voice that was present now. She’d always kept herself contained, strong.

‘I mean it. What do I do?’ she asked with a sniffle, ‘because I know you keep saying you’re ready. I know you believe in whatever’s up there…but what if I’m not? What if I’m never going to be ready El? All my life you’ve been there in some form, the rope pulling us back together.’

‘You think I wanna go?’ Elvis said unevenly, he could feel his own tears stinging in his eyes but he forced them back. It was the first sign of vulnerability she had shown and he wasn’t going to make her take care of him, ‘honey I would stay here with you forever if I could you know that…but God…he’s got other plans.’

‘He should change ‘em,’ she said attempting a joke though it was barren of mirth.

‘Only you would be so stubborn as to ask God to make an exception,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘You know me,’ she said. She pulled back, placing her hand on his chest as her hazel eyes found his blue ones each watching the other with the same pained yet loving look.

‘You’re right. I do,’ Elvis said moving a strand of hair off her face, ‘and I know you well enough to know you’re strong enough to survive this. I know that you’ll know what to do. That you’ll look after our girls, our grand babies and anyone else who needs it. I know that you’ll take care of ‘em the way you’ve took care of me all these years.’

‘But I could take care of everything because I had you,’ Addison said, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘And you will,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘do you think I’d every truly leave you? Baby I was always with you and I always will be. I’ll be with you in everything you do and then one day we’ll be back together. You’ll see.’

As tears fell she tried to contain herself but she couldn’t stop the sob that broke free at his words, at the thought of him not being beside her as he had been all these years. Elvis moved his thumb across her cheek, swiping the dampness from under one of her eyes as he watched her.

‘Tell me you believe me,’ he said. Addison watched him. She had been so strong up to now yet as their deadline seemed to grow closer she felt more and more doubt creep in. Even when they had been apart she had always had him, she had known he wasn’t too far away. And she wanted to believe that would still be the case, that what he believed would be right, but she didn’t want to find out. She didn’t want him to go. Not yet. Yet as his blue eyes watched her she couldn’t tell him no. She couldn’t allow her doubt to ruin him. Not if that brought him any ounce of comfort.

‘I do,’ she nodded.

‘Good, though I demand you take your sweet time,’ he jested.

‘When do I ever do what you tell me,’ Addison said allowing his joke to lighten the sombre mood.

‘You will this time you hear me?’ Elvis said, an air of seriousness running through his tone, ‘because this life it still has so much left for you Addie…so promise me you’ll make the most of it.’

‘I promise,’ Addison said, putting her head down on his chest again as he clasped his hand over hers, his heart beating steadily under their touch.

‘Elvis?’ she asked after a moment.

‘Yeah?’

‘Can we just be us for now? No making the most of anything, no thinking about anything…just you and me?’ she asked. She had given him his comfort now she just hoped he would give her what she needed.

‘Whatever you want honey,’ Elvis said kissing the top of her head.

‘I love you,’ she said shakily.

‘I love you too.’

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emerysaks · 2 years

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Cartinelli go to a baseball game

Your wish is my command! Take Me... Out to the Ballgame?

Angie and Peggy watch the New York Yankees play the Red Sox on September 26, 1947. "I can't believe you got us tickets to see the Yanks play the Sox!" Angie gushed. She reached for the CrackerJacks Peggy held and grinned at her.

Peggy laughed and lifted a hand to keep her hat from blowing away. "I know how much you enjoy baseball, and I thought it was a nice way of saying thank you for taking care of me earlier this month when I was sick."

"It's a fantastic way to say thank you," Angie agreed. "Only thing better would've been the Dodgers," she winked.

Peggy laughed. "You and your Dodgers."

Angie grinned. "Not a word."

Peggy mimed sealing her lips, but her eyes twinkled with amusement.

Angie settled back into her seat and took a sip of her soda. She watched the field intently as Joe DiMaggio walked up to bat.

"Joltin' Joe is gonna' knock this one out of the park," she predicted.

"You think so?" Peggy murmured.

"Absolutely."

They watched DiMaggio take two balls and a strike before hitting a line drive for a double.

"Well, it's not a homer, but at least we got a man on base."

Peggy laughed. "I'm delighted that you love baseball. It quickly became one of my favorite pastimes when I moved to America."

Angie grinned. "I love it. I wanted to play when they formed the girls' leagues a few years ago. But there was no way I could convince Ma to let me take a train to the Midwest. I wish they'd had teams on the East Coast. I know I could've made a roster."

Peggy glanced down at Angie's toned arms and arched an eyebrow. "I have no doubt you would've made an excellent fielder."

Angie blushed and turned away. "You talk too much, English."

Peggy casually ran a finger along the bundle of muscle and pretended to flick away a speck of lint. She brought her gaze back to Angie. "I mean it, darling. I've seen you play pickup games with your family. You're an excellent baseball player." She glanced back to the field. "And I would have loved to see you in uniform."

Angie gulped and returned her attention to the game. Oh boy. The mere idea of Peggy waiting for her to come out of the locker room, freshly showered and pressed, was enough to make a girl sweat. Peggy sure knew how to get under her skin.

"Have I embarrassed you," Peggy said in a low voice.

Angie shook her head. "No. Not embarrassed." She shrugged. "Maybe a little bothered," she offered truthfully and bit her lip when she heard Peggy chuckle.

Peggy Carter did not fight fair.

As Angie looked around her, taking in the sights and sounds of the game, she reflected on how lucky she was to have Peggy in her life. She was touched that Peggy would go to such lengths for her.

The breeze coming in across the outfield was chilly. It was early afternoon, but it was already cooling off. The high had been 60F, but now it was closer to 50. Angie pulled her jacket tighter around her and looked back at Peggy to find her buttoning up her coat. A wave of affection poured over her.

"This day has been wonderful, Pegs."

Peggy smiled at her. "I'm so glad you're enjoying it, darling."

"I really am," Angie agreed, "But," she continued, a note of worry in her voice. "Ya' don't have to take a day off work and spend money on me. I'm just as happy sitting on the couch with you at home." She looked at her earnestly. "You know that, right?"

Peggy leaned closer and bumped Angie's shoulder. "Maybe I enjoy spending time with you."

Angie blushed again. Although they had been living together for more than a year, it was only recently that she and Peggy had come to an understanding. The past several months had gone slowly as they adjusted to the new dynamic in their relationship. Although many of their routines stayed the same, new ones had been introduced. Angie particularly enjoyed their goodnight kisses before retiring to their respective bedrooms. She also enjoyed quiet nights spent cuddling on the couch, listening to The Amazing Mr. Malone, or reading through a script as Peggy worked.

But Angie wanted more.

Angie had hugged Peggy numerous times before they became a couple. She also had eyes, so she was aware of Peggy’s soft curves. But since they'd started sharing lingering kisses, her hands had begun to wander. Now, Angie longed to become more intimately acquainted with those curves, preferably without clothing.

Longing.

That word best summed up how Angie felt these days. And as she looked at Peggy beaming at her, cheeks flushed, eyes twinkling with affection, longing slammed into her once again.

Angie looked around and ensured nobody was listening before she leaned close to Peggy's ear.

"I could spend the rest of my life with you, English," she admitted in a rushed whisper.

Peggy gasped softly and Angie pulled away.. She'd said too much too soon.

But then, Peggy reached down, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet.

"Let's go home."

Angie looked around. "But, it's the bottom of the seventh, and the Yankees are only down by one."

Peggy continued to pull Angie behind her as she ascended the stairs. "I find that I'm suddenly no longer interested in baseball."

"But the game," Angie spluttered, but her words fell to the wayside as Peggy navigated them through the stadium crowd, Angie's arm securely tucked through Peggy's.

When they finally stood outside the stadium gates, Peggy turned to Angie and straightened her coat and hat.

Angie placed a hand on Peggy's arm and stilled her movements. "Peg, what's going on? Did I upset you?" she asked in a worried tone.

Peggy peered at Angie and took a step closer. "On the contrary…" She looked around and leaned in.

"I thought you were enjoying the game," Angie tried again. Her heart started to beat faster.

"I was," Peggy admitted. Her eyes flickered to Angie's lips. "However, I think I'm ready for… something else."

Angie searched Peggy's eyes. Surely, Peggy wasn't implying... that. But they were dark and... hungry.

She swallowed. Oh.

Lifting her chin, Angie looked Peggy in the eye and tried to steady her voice. "I need you to spell it out for me, Pegs. I have to know we're on the same page here."

Peggy's gaze darkened, and she pressed her lips to Angie's ear, cupping her hands around her mouth to shield it from view. "My lover, with whom I've been enjoying a respectable relationship, just informed me that she wants to spend forever with me."

When Peggy's lips discretely closed around Angie's earlobe and gave it a tug, Angie thought she might melt through the concrete.

"So you want..." Angie began but stopped when those delicious lips bit down again. "Peggy," she moaned. "We're in public."

Peggy stepped back and wiped a thumb across the corner of her mouth. "We are. I'm trying to rectify that." She gazed at Angie frankly. "I've never taken you to be dense, darling, but perhaps I should spell it out?"

Angie could only nod.

Looping her arm through Angie's, Peggy guided them to the nearest subway platform. "Very well. We'll get on the subway and take the half-hour ride back to our neighborhood. Upon arrival, we'll proceed directly to our home. Once inside, I'm going to escort you to my bedroom," she stopped and glanced at Angie, "Unless you prefer yours?"

Angie shook her dazedly. "Yours is f-fine."

Peggy grinned. "Excellent choice. My bed is bigger," she said and continued walking.

Angie's eyes slid shut as she imagined what that entailed. "Oh my God," she muttered aloud.

"Yes," Peggy agreed. Her confidence momentarily faltered, and she looked at Angie earnestly. "If that's alright with you, darling?"

Angie brought her hand up to cover Peggy's. When she looked at Peggy, her eyes were bright, and her voice steady.

"Take me home, Peggy. I can't wait to start forever with you."

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hannahshattuck · 3 years

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FaceTime Sexy TIme

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

A/N: More smut for Smutember. Enjoy!

Warnings: lingerie, dirty talk, masturbation, dry humping

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“Hi baby!” You said when Chris answered the FaceTime call. “How’s filming going?”

Chris was in France filming The Gray Man and you were home with Dodger in Boston. You missed him whenever he had to travel for filming but you were always excited to hear about wherever he was.

“Hey.” He looked tired. “Filming’s been good. How are you and Dodger?”

“We’re good. Dodger is in his bed in the living room.” You shifted to lay on your stomach on the bed, propping your phone up on the pillows. “He was sleeping so I left him so we could talk.”

Chris smirked at you. “Oh yeah? Any particular reason?”

You looked away from your phone shyly. “Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Well then. Why don’t you show me?” Chris shifted to lean against the head board with one arm placed behind his head and the other holding his phone.

“What makes you think I have something to show you?” You made sure your phone would stayed propped up as you sat up onto your knees.

“Well, you never leave Dodger because you two are always cuddling, especially in bed. Plus you closed the door which you don’t do without him when I’m not there.”

“Well I may have a surprise for you.” You started unbuttoning one of the button-ups of his you were wearing. “It may also be an early birthday present.”

Chris sat up more. “A present for me? You shouldn’t have.” He winked.

You slipped the shirt down your shoulders leaving it hanging around your elbows. You were wearing a white lace set you bought at a new lingerie shop that opened recently. The bra had criss crossing straps across the upper part of your breasts. The rest of the top was overlaid with lace the went about two inches lower from the band to give it a crop top style.

“Oh honey.” Chris whispered. “Is there more babygirl?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe.”

He gave you a look that caused your panties, that you still had yet to show him, to become wetter. You stood up on your knees and toss the shirt to the side. There was nothing special about them other than the little bow on the front of the waistband.

“Do you like it?” You asked clasping your hands behind your back.

“Honey. I love it.” His hand that was behind his head disappeared below the phone. You hand a feeling he was palming himself through whatever pants he was wearing. “Turn around. Lemme see the back.”

“It’s nothing special.” You turned around anyway to show him.

“‘Nothing special’ my ass.” He grumbled as you faced your phone. “Baby, your ass looks amazing in those.”

You rubbed your thighs together trying to ease the ache between your legs. Chris could see how he was affecting you. He set the phone down which made you see the ceiling of his hotel room. There was rustling to be heard before you saw your man’s face. He leaned forward adjusting his phone and then leaned back against the headboard with a smirk. You saw he pulled his sweats down enough to get his cock out.

“Do you see what you do to me baby?” He slowly stroked himself milking the precum out using that as lube for a slicker stroke. You nodded. “I have a feeling your panties are wet, babygirl. Are they?”

“Mhm.” You nodded thighs rubbing together.

“Why don’t you get my pillow and stick it between those pretty thighs of yours?” Chris said stroking a bit faster.

Luckily your phone was propped up on your pillows so it was easy to grab one of his. You placed it in between your legs. You shifted your hips which caused your clit to rub against your panties. You moaned and closed your eyes as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Yeah, just like that.” Chris instructed. “Keep rolling your hips like that darling.”

You humped his pillow slowly. Every rub of your hips against the pillow caused more and more pleasure brining you closer and closer to the edge. You started thrusting faster. You heard wet sounds coming from your phone and opened your eye and saw Chris stroking his dick faster. A small tube of lube was in his other hand like he just squeezed some.

“C-Chris. I’m close.” You stuttered.

“Yeah baby? Me too. You think we can let go at the same time?” Chris moaned.

You nodded your head little gasps escaping past your lips. Chris groaned as his hand sped up. You got closer to the edge unable to hold back any longer. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you came wetting your panties even more. You heard Chris cum as well and opened your eyes, rolling your hips through the last waves, seeing him milking the last drops from himself.

You stilled your hips and collapsed onto your side trying to catch your breath. You reached for your phone and saw Chris looking at you through his phone and smiled at you through hooded eyes.

“That was amazing, baby.” Chris said lowly, letting both of you bask in the moment a bit longer.

“Mhm.” You felt yourself get sleepy as you came down from the high.

He chuckled. “Get cleaned up honey and then get some sleep okay?”

You smiled at him. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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Ok… okay… so I had this thought about Chris Evans and his love.

Like, I’ve moved around the globe several times now, and every time I move, the longer I stay in a place, the more likely I’ll take on the accents. So I was thinking:

Chris Evans’ girl, the reader, moved from somewhere to Boston. And they’ll have lived with him for a few months now. And they snicker every time they hear Chris say things like Pahk (Park), Smaht (smart), Habah (harbor) etc… and Chris’s accent gets really thick the longer he stays in Boston. So reader keeps teasing him until one day, reader says something with that extended AH sound. Like “Babe, let’s take Dodge to the Pahk.” And Chris just drops everything and goes… “what did you say? Did you say Pahk?” And he teases reader relentlessly. “My babe becoming a Bahstan native. Babe, wanna go to the wahtah? Hmmmm? Don’t forget to use your blinkah taking that turn.”

😂😂😂

┌─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

You wanna go to the pahk?

└─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

—genre: fluff

—warning: Chris teasing

—pairing: Chris Evans x reader

You've been living with Chris for a few year now due to the pandemic. He asked you at the beginning if you would move in with him and you happily agreed.

Living with Chris came with a lot of perks. You got to cuddle him, stay up with him till midnight, fall asleep in his arms, basically do everything you couldn't when you were across the world.

You also picked up a lot of his phrases. His Bostonian accent was thick from him being home all the time with his family. He would use a ton of word pronunciations you didn't know existed until he said them. Slowly his words started to work it's way into your vocabulary and there was no way you could get rid of it.

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You walked into the kitchen seeing Chris making himself a protein shake. "Hi baby." You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist from the back. "Hi honey, what you doing?" Chris turned around and gave you a kiss which you enjoyed. "Nothing, I just wanna ask you something."

Chris mumbled an okay and let you continue. "Um do you wanna go to pahk? We can take dodger and have a picnic."

You looked up at Chris. He slowly turned around, a smirk slowly creeping up on his face. You looked at him confused unknown to what you had just said. "What?"

"did you hear what you said baby?" You shook your head. "Did I say something wrong?"

Chris laughed, throwing his head back. "Baby, you said pahk."

Your mouth fell open as you went back to what you had said. Chris continued laughing, he even grabbed his left boob.

When he settled down he began to tease you. "Are ya picking up on the Bostonian accent baby? That's Very wicked. Come on baby, let's go to the pahk. Get the Cah keys."

Chris walked through the house releasing his laugh and jumping around. You shook your head while you smiled to yourself.

Once Chris got dodger you both got in the car. He asked you to drive, you knew it was because he was going to tease you.

"babe, turn on the pike."

"baby, turn on ya blinkahs."

"bang a uey."

You groaned and whined telling him to stop with his teasing. Chris of course didn't stop for the benefit of his entertainment and because he knows you secretly loves his teasing.

When you got to the park Chris released dodger at the dog park and you both sat on the bench.

"so I had you here long enough to get the bastanah accent to follow in ya vocabulary huh?" You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded. "Yes, you did. Congratulations."

Chris laughed and wrapped his arms around you. "I know I'm joking around with you baby, but I'm actually very happy that you picked up on it."

"yeah, I'm kinda happy I did too." You turned and smiled at Chris. "And I was thinking maybe If you want, I can move in with you." You looked up at Chris, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for him to answer.

You were about to regret it, but Chris spoke before you could. "I like that idea baby." You chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief.

"great, maybe we can celebrate by going down to the habah. What you think chris?"

"I think that's a wicked idea." Chris said with a grin.

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Kinda rushed but hopefully you enjoyed

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marvelettesassemblenow · 2 years

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Steve, Duke & You

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve literally stole your dog when you moved into the compound and these two connected. The pictures you got when you were on a mission just added to the jealousy you felt towards your own dog.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is Chris Evans fault for posting these precious pictures with Dodger! Also I said drabble, right? Jokes on me...

There once had been a time when you had a dog named Duke. When you had lived in your old apartment you had taken him out for your old neighbor a lot. And when the neighbor passed away and there seemed to be no one taking care of the dog you took him in. How could you have said no to those eyes?

There was no way that you would have known that these eyes would get competition. That was before you moved into the Avengers compound and met no other than Captain America. He should be glad that the nation didn’t know that he mastered the art of puppy eyes.

You should be glad that someone was looking after Duke when you were away on a mission. But now it just felt like you didn’t have a dog anymore and that Steve gained a new companion. You were looking at the screen on your phone where a picture popped up. Steve was holding Duke in his arms, Dukes paws in the air while both of them had their faces turned towards each other and looking content. There was a slight sting in your chest looking at it and you wondered who had taken that picture.

Who would have guessed that your dog had a better love story than you? It seemed like the moment Duke and Steve met the world stood still for a second. They had looked at each other until Duke had sprinted forwards and jumped up at Steves impressive body and liked his face while his tail didn’t stop wiggling. You tried to introduce yourself and apologized for the untypical behavior of your dog, but Steve didn’t seem to mind. It took a while until he stopped scratching the fur and petted the head so he could shake your hand. It just got worse after you moved in and Duke didn’t seem to leave the captain's side.

A notification plopped up on the photo showing you got another picture of Steve. It was captioned The Outtake and showed Steve squinting his eyes so he had wrinkles all around the eyes while Duke’s tongue was covering half of his face as he was liking it when the picture was taken.

“What are you looking at?” Natasha asked and looked over your shoulder. “Oh, you might need to talk about custody with him.”

“As if I didn’t know,” you scoffed. Another message arrived.

He misses you.

We miss you.

“Or maybe you don’t.”

“Hey, stop reading my messages,” you turned off the screen and put it away. You couldn’t wait to go back home and cuddle with your dog. If you could pry him from Steve that is, although joining them wouldn’t be so bad. But while you and Steve were kind of friends most of your talks surrounded the pet and while you were glad about that you couldn’t help but wish for more.

“Hey pal, that’s your moms. You’re not supposed to play with it.” Steve tried to grab the giant sloth toy that Duke was bringing into his room. There was already drool on it and Steve quickly gave up as he didn’t want the stuffed animal to rip. Duke seemed happy and jumped on the bed placing the sloth and curling around it. He lifted his head and looked at Steve. “Oh, you’re just missing her. But be careful with it,” he said and stroked the dogs fur. He snapped another picture for you. The last ones were seen but you hadn’t responded.

He just hoped that you were okay. Most of the time you’d reply when you had seen the photos at least with an emoji. “Guess there’s nothing we can do except waiting.” He laid down next to the animal and turned on the TV. His nose was filled with the smell of your shampoo and he couldn’t help to wonder if the sloth really slept in your bed the days Duke would stay at his side. Bucky had gifted it to you as a joke, but maybe it wasn’t a joke to you.

He felt bad about stealing your dog, but you assured him it was okay. He didn’t mean for the dog to steal his heart, but when they had looked at each other he couldn’t help himself. And when he heard your voice and looked up and saw your face while you were telling him that Duke was more trained usually, he couldn’t help but think that you could steal his heart too. Not that Steve would ever admit that out loud! Especially not since you just did that.

But it was way easier to connect over a dog than talk about his feelings.

“Dude, now it’s just embarrassing. Stealing her plushie?” a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“I didn’t steal anything. Duke just,” Steve started to defend himself to Bucky.

“Sure, blame the poor dog,” Bucky interrupted. “How many pictures have you sent her today?”

“I’m just letting her know that Duke is okay and cared for. There's nothing wrong with it,” Steve voice got a little louder causing Duke to raise his ears.

“Then why are you getting so defensive? How many?” Bucky pestered.

“Four,” Steve mumbled.

“And how many had you in it?”

“Three,” Steve’s voice got even quieter.

“Just talk to her about your feelings.”

“What, like you’re the expert suddenly?”

“I got more action than you,” Bucky had the audacity to wink at him and left the room before Steve could throw anything at him. Jerk, he thought.

“Where’s your welcoming committee?” Natasha asked once the two of you stepped into the compound. Usually Steve and Duke would wait for you at the hanger but you couldn’t spot them. When the spy and you walked further into the compound and closer to the living quarters you met Clint who greeted the two of you and he and Nat went their own way, already discussing what had happened these last four days.

You stepped into the living room, expecting to see them cuddling on the couch. When you didn’t spot them there you went to Steves room. The door was open and you looked inside but there was also no sight of them.

“They’re not here,” a voice behind you said and scared you. “They’re on a walk, should be back soon,” Bucky commented once you turned towards him.

“Do me a favor and just help me out. Ask the old man out. He won’t do it and you not responding to his photos that he only did so you could see your dog is taken care of,” he made quotes in the air with his hands, “had him moping around. Actually, he and your dog had the same expression now that I think about it.”

“Aren’t you older than Steve?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Oh sure, that is what you pick up on. Just ask him out. You like him, he likes you. Easy as that.”

You crossed your arms in front of you. “And since when are you an expert?”

“See, you even match,” he grunted before he walked away.

You put your stuff into your room and decided to take a shower. When you were showered and changed you opened your door just to be met with Duke sitting in front of your door next to Steve who stood in front of it.

As soon as Duke saw you, he jumped up and pushed his nose against your legs and you crouched down and smothered him in love. Okay, maybe your dog missed you too.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked once Duke had calmed down and you started to get up.

“Yeah, everything's okay. Thanks for taking care of this rascal,” you said and smiled at him which cause him to beam at you.

“Always, you know that.”

“Do you,” you cleared your throat and started over. “I wanted to watch a movie. Do you might want to join me?”

“Yes,” Steves reply came so fast it startled him and you. “Have you eaten anything yet? If not, I could do something real quick.” You told him that would be nice and fifteen minutes later Steve carried some snacks into your room.

You were already sitting on your bed and patted the place next to you which caused Steve and Duke to walk towards you and you to laugh. “I think the bed is big enough for the three of us,” you chuckled.

After you had finished the snacks it ended with Dukes head on your stomach while his body was between your and Steve’s legs and your head on Steve’s chest while he was stroking your arm. “If I wouldn’t be afraid to move I would take a picture. I’d rather have a cute one of the three of us as a background than the one I have of you and Duke,” you mumbled sleepily.

“We’re your lock screen?” Steve asked shocked.

“Of course. What do I think I make with these pictures you sent me? These are just too precious.” You didn’t know how he made it, but Steves long arm was suddenly stretched out, his phone in his hand and he took a picture with the three of you in it. “You have to send it to me. And that reminds me: Where is my sloth?” But as you were slowly falling asleep and your voice was barely audible Steve could avoid telling you that it was still laying in his bed because it smelled like you.

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earthchica · 3 years

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Birthday Surprise

IMAGINE You and Chris are married with three kids and you throw him a big surprise birthday party.

Warning: Fluff, Slight Smut.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!

CHRIS

"Wake up, daddy! it's your special day!" The twins were jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

I had to register on what they meant and quickly came to realize it was my birthday today, just another reminder of me getting old.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," I said, sitting up from the bed and stretching my limbs, before moving the blankets and swinging my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Come on daddy!" The twins said at the same time with a giggle, dragging me downstairs to the kitchen.

My nose was filled with the scent of homemade breakfast.

"Good Morning, birthday boy," My beautiful wife says with a happy smile, throwing her arms in the air.

"Girls this is-" I stopped and placed a hand over my chest. The kitchen was decorated with balloons, party hats, confetti, and a big buffet breakfast on the table.

Y/N made her way towards me, placing a birthday hat on my head while giving me a big kiss.

"This is amazing, girls. thank you so much!" I said with a smile.

I came over to the table and kissed the top of my son's head. He was beaming brightly in his highchair while eating cut-up fruit.

The twins came to sit at the table as Y/N went to get something and once she got back to the table.

We started eating breakfast and chatting a little bit. Shortly after breakfast, we were in the living room and I was opening my present from Y/N and the kids.

YOU

You smiled softly, watching the twins proudly present each birthday gift to their dad. Chris opened them with a giant smile on his face.

"I love this so much. Thank you so much, ladybugs!" He says. The twins' face lit up with a smile, stretching from ear to ear as they both jumped into his arms for a hug.

You’ve always wondered what type of father Chris would be and now that you both have three beautiful children together.

Seven year old girl twins and a four year old boy.

He’s such a great, loving, protective father, and there was no doubt in your mind that he wasn't gonna be all those things.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that Chris said something.

He repeats while nudging you with his shoulder; one eye lifted in confusion at your far-off look.

You snapped up, and your e/c eyes locked with his concerned blue eyes. "What?"

"I asked, what do you have planned for today?"

"Oh, sorry!" You said with a chuckle, taking the time to wrap your arm around his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

"Well, we'll go on our daily family walk and then come back.”

“Then chill out for a couple of hours until the big surprise tonight which I'm not telling you anything about?" You said lifting your head to look at him.

"That sounds great, alright let's go," Chris said, kissing your cheek and getting up from the couch.

CHRIS

Once we got the kids and ourselves dressed and ready.

Instead of going on our daily walk around the block, we ended up going to the local dog pack where we let Dodger off the leash.

I sat underneath a tree with my son in my arms and watched with a smile as Y/N and the twins ran around and played fetch with Dodger.

I smiled heartily at how far I grew and reflected on my incredible life.

I had everything I'd ever wanted, a gorgeous wife, three beautiful children, an amazing dog, a wonderful family, and a great career that I loved.

gratitude changes everything

After the dog park and getting some lunch on the way home, it was time for the big surprise tonight.

"I'm driving and put this one," She ordered, handing me a red blindfold before putting the kids in the car.

I got in the passenger's seat and put on the blindfold.

During the car ride, we sang to every song on the road playlist, laughing as each song held a different type of memory.

When we arrived at whatever the hell we were, Y/N told me to stay in the car.

While she got the kids out of the car, not wanting to take me inside before checking everything was ready.

A few minutes went by, she came back and guided me out of the car to the entrance of a house.

"Okay, you ready babe?" She asked as we came to a stop.

"I was born ready, sweetheart!" I smiled happily as she giggled, taking the blindfold off.

The room was dark for a second till the lights were turned on. All of my family and friends jumping up all at once, letting out an echoing

"SURPRISE!". A huge smile grew on my face as I took in the scene before me.

I scanned the room, took in all of the decorations that were placed around as everyone crowded around me, giving lots of hugs and birthday wishes.

After greeting everyone and chatting with them a little bit. I caught a glance at Y/N’s who was recording my reaction.

She made her way towards me with a bright smile and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Thank you so much, baby. This is so sweet and thoughtful." I said, looking down at her moving my arms down her waist.

"Anything for you, Chris. Now let's have some fun, birthday boy!" Y/N says with a smile. I smiled back and gave her a small peck on the lips before the party began.

YOU

Chris's birthday party went on for a couple of hours with a lot of laughter, love, dancing, and good conversation in a cheerful atmosphere.

And After Chris had received lots of love from all of us and plenty of presents.

It was time to sing happy birthday, the lights turned off once again and someone stepped out with a beautifully designed cake that had a lot of white candles.

Everyone started to sing, sync and cheer once Chris made a wish and blew out the candles.

After eating cake and conversing some more, it was time to call it a night.

You, Chris and Scott pitched in to help his mom clean up as everyone left, saying they'd see us very soon.

Heading out now since Mrs. Evans said you should get the kids home because they were all sleeping on the couch.

Once you got home and got the kids bathed, in their PJs and the bed. You and Chris went to take a shower together and had a little special time in the shower.

You and him couldn't get enough of each other, especially at the party, there was a lot of touching and smooching here and there.

"You like that, baby?" Chris asked as your nails scratched down his back as he continued to go faster and deeper.

"Yes, Chris. Oh, fuck right there. I'm so close, babe!" You said whimpering, trying your best to keep a grip on his shoulders.

And re-secure your legs around his waist as he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"Me too, beautiful!" Chris says, low and gravelly, pulling you into a kiss. Almost audible over the slap of wet skin and the water all around you both.

"CHRIS!!" You moaned into the kiss, coming hard and needy. Chris quickly followed after a few more thrusts, spilling inside of you.

As you still clung to him, hips eventually slowed before pulling away and setting you down on shaky legs.

When you both finished cleaning ourselves in the shower.

You and Chris stepped out, dried each other off, and now you both were dressed and cuddling in the bed.

"Thanks again. This was the best birthday ever, babe. I love you" Chris whispered in your ear, kissing the top of your head.

He began trailing his fingers up and down your spine which brought a smile on your face.

"You're welcome, baby. I love you too and I'm happy you had a great day." You said softly, moving up to gently kiss him.

You pulled away, beaming ear to ear gracefully into Chris's chest, glad that everything went great and that your hubby had a great 40th birthday.

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 3 years

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Dodger Knows Best

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Summary: Dodger’s been acting strange since quarantine started. Does he know something that we don’t?

Warning: Fluff, of course

A/N: Inspired by Chris’s reading of “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” at the beginning of COVID. Only took me a year to write 🙄

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I couldn’t stop giggling as I hear my husband reading aloud in the other room. I try my best not to make too much noise though, I don’t want to ruin the video. When he was asked to read a children’s book during this trying time we’re currently in, he couldn’t have said yes fast enough. Being the big kid he is, I know how excited he was to do it.

Every day he finds new ways to give back to those who have lost their jobs and those who are missing school. He knows how important education is, especially right now. So he made it his goal to do at least one thing to help people per day during this quarantine.

Oh, what a wonderful world we live in right now...

This time spent at home has been much needed, but equally frustrating. I haven’t felt well for a few months now, prior to this pandemic. Getting to stay home, sleep in, not put on a bra or real clothes, cuddling my husband and our boy Dodger has been comforting. It’s frustrating that I’ve been stuck in the house, not able to leave for almost two weeks. The small amount of freedom that I get from walking Dodger is going to be taken away sooner rather than later in order to try and stop this pandemic.

Chris has enjoyed being home as much as I’ve loved having him home. However, I know he wants to get back to work. There are some projects he’s been most anxious to work on that are now on hold.

He’s been super protective of me since he’s been home. He’s insisted on doing anything that has to do with possibly interacting with another human being- getting groceries, take-out, other necessities. Dodger also hasn’t left my side since I’ve been home. Chris was insulted at first, claiming I stole his buddy. I just figured he was happy I was home.

“And chances are if he gets some apple juice, he’ll want a donut to go with it.”

I giggle again, unable to contain it. I hear the amusement in his tone as he concludes his video. I finish making lunch and join him in the living room, Dodger following at my feet. “How was it?”

“A little weird reading to my phone, but,” he smiles up at me, “I enjoyed it.”

“Are you going to read to our kids someday?” I set down his plate before sitting next to him.

“Abso-freaking-lutely! I can’t wait.” An even bigger smile took over his entire face as the thought crosses his mind. We’ve talked about having kids since before we got married. He loves being around his niece and nephews and it shows just how much he yearns for a family of his own. When we officially became a family of two plus Dodger, we immediately started trying. We’ve had some close calls, but all false alarms.

Until yesterday morning.

“How were those top secret errands you just had to do alone this morning?” He asks after taking a bite of his sandwich.

“That reminds me!” I get back up and head to the bedroom, where I hid a present in my side of the closet. I pull the plastic bag out from behind some of my maxi dresses, taking the contents out before bending down to Dodger.

I struggle to put him in the small t-shirt I bought him. He’s a wiggle worm and wouldn’t stop trying to lick my face. Once it’s secure, I take my phone out, open the camera app and snap a few pictures before switching to video mode.

After hitting the red record button, I stand up again. “Alright Dodger, let’s go get Daddy!” As I start walking, he’s just barely ahead of me. We head back into the living room.

He immediately cracks up when he sees Dodger with his new shirt. He asks how I even managed to get it on him, giving him some love and multiple kisses on his muzzle. I command for Dodger to sit, which he obeys. Chris kneels down to try and read what the shirt says. Dodger makes it hard since all he wants to do is lick Chris’s face. It takes a few tries before Dodger finally sits still enough for him to read it.

I wait with bated breath, biting my lips trying to hide the biggest smile. We’ve waited so long for this moment. I’ve imagined how I was going to tell him about a hundred times when it was finally confirmed and we were passed the safe mark.

He looks up at me with his mouth agape. “Are you serious?”

I peek from behind my phone and nod. “That’s what the errand was.”

“Wait, really?”

“I wanted to confirm it before telling you.” I hoped he wouldn’t be mad that I didn’t bring him to the first doctor’s appointment. With how many close calls we’ve had, I wanted to be doubly sure that it was happening before even getting remotely excited about the prospect.

“So, you’re sure?” He stands up and comes closer to me. “You’re pregnant?” The biggest smile I’ve ever seen on my husbands face takes over. I nod. “We’re having a baby?” I see the tears building in his eyes. He scoops me up in his arms. He spins around, exclaiming “We’re having a baby!”

“Now it all makes sense why Dodge hasn’t left my side.” Dogs have that kind of intuition. He must have sensed the change in me before even I knew what was happening.

“Of course he knew.” He rolls his eyes before turning his gaze down to the all-knowing pup. He sits there in his “Baby’s First Bodyguard” t-shirt, smiling up at us as if confirming that yes, he is the all-knowing.

I guess Chris and I learned an important lesson: always listen to Dodger for he knows best.

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Chemical Romance

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris won’t have you running away from him. You’re his. He owns your heart, and now he’ll own all of you.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: RPF, smut, slight dubcon(ish), jealous and possessive Chris, toxic relationship, recording without permission, forced marriage

A/N: I wrote this months ago and pulled it out to share it with my bestie @donutloverxo . Berry finally convinced me to post this and helped me beta this. Babe, I love you!

You were way past your teenage years, and yet you had the urge to giggle like one. If you licked your lips, you could still taste the trace of wine that had stained his lips. The memory of them pressing against you, brushing gently until they tangled in a mix of tongue and teeth had a delicious heat burning in your face. This was a good date, the third good date with a good man you met, and you were excited for more.

Looking over your shoulder you saw the lights of his car disappearing in the dark of night and you sighed contently, shutting your door behind you and dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. All of a sudden, your body broke into goosepimples, a chill settling over you and it took you a moment to understand why. Your body was recognizing the dark presence before your mind could.

“Good evening sweetheart. Had a good date?”

The door was right behind you, you could easily grab your car keys right now and run away. And yet all you could do was hold onto the wall as your knees trembled. You’d never been good at running away from him anyway.

Chris was lounging on your sofa, watching you with those arresting blue eyes that you knew changed shades with his mood. His beard was thicker than the last you’d seen him, and his lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk, eyes glinting furiously.

“How?” You sputtered, still rooted to your spot. You could run, you should run, but you knew you wouldn’t go far. He let you go only so far to give you a false sense of achievement, a mere taste of relief and freedom until he snatched you back to himself.

“I always think that every time you leave, it would be the last. You’ll realize that its futile, you’ll realize that we’re meant to be together.” Chris said, “But never did I imagine you to be stupid enough to be with another man.”

His voice had been described as dreamy by many, even by yourself, but right now it only rang of danger and anger. Softness was Chris’s weapon, to deliver the meanest words with a smile that was poison sweet. One time, you had loved to taste that poison yourself. Did it still run in your veins and taint you?

Looking at you from under his lashes, he spread his legs and beckoned you to him. You gulped before following, not daring to look away from him until you were before him.

“Kneel” He ordered softly. You knees hit the ground, the rug digging into your skin. He watched you watch him, eyes locked in a dialog of their own until his rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, hating yourself for being a slave to him and your desire. Even on your knees, the familiar feeling of peace flooded your senses. Nothing made you feel as alive as worshiping him. And nothing killed you as much as loving him.

“Please” You begged, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris regarded you with a look that was almost tender, his blue eyes staring into your own as if unearthing every secret you had ever kept from him. He pulled you closer, close enough to have you raise up and hold his shoulders while his lips brushed gently against yours.

“For as long as I live, you are mine. You know that. Why must you fight it?”

It had been a couple months since you last saw him, since the pads of his fingers had glided over the curves of your body and claimed you as his. You melted, you melted like the butter in a hot pan, sizzling with the heat of his ardor. One taste of him and you were ready to forget why you had left him, why you had packed up and left his house when he was out. Chris Evans didn’t just play your body, he also played your heart. He loved you so hard that it hurt.

You wondered if you should fight, if you should scream or cry. But you knew it the moment you walked inside your house tonight: you were going nowhere but to him. He held you as you captured his lips in yours, a hand fisting his hair and tugging. He pulled until you were on his lap, his beard scratching your skin and reminding you of all the ways he had marked you before.

Panting, you pulled away when he breathily whispered your name, eyes liquid and feral and kind. He was a man of many layers and you had unveiled the darkest of them. He no longer hid the rawest parts of him, and you never knew if it was a good thing or not.

“Pack up, I’m taking you back home.” He said, hands settling on your waist. “I am not spending one more night in a bed without you.”

You nodded, stealing another kiss until you surrendered to his demands. Again.

Dodger ran to you, whining and wagging his tail as you sat down to give him better access. You’d missed your furry companion, his coat soft on your cheek when you nuzzled into him. Chris chuckled, rolling your bags into his room while you and Dodger had your little reunion.

“I am so sorry Bubba” You cooed to him, scratching behind his ears. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me, hmm?”

Dodger barked, rubbing his body against you. You laughed, cuddling your little boy. You’d missed waking upto him snuggled by your feet and the soft pattering of his feet as he followed you around.

“He didn’t eat right for a week after you left. You were being a bad mommy.” Chris said coming behind you. He petted Dodger before pulling you up by your arm, your chest flushed to his. You loved how he smelled of coffee and beer and cinnamon. He tasted of them too, bitter and addictive.

Your fingers traced a path in his beard, lips pressing into the hollow of his throat. It scared you how much power he had over you. You’d promised yourself you’ll break away from his hold when you found him snooping in your phone again. His possessiveness knew no bounds. If Chris had it his way, he’d hide you in a castle made only for his eyes. But right now, in the heaven of his arms, you couldn’t remember why you left him in the first place.

“I am sorry.” You whispered, hugging him tight. His arms came around you, holding you so possessively close that even death couldn’t rip you apart. Chemical romance, that’s how Scott had explained your relationship once. Your friends had stopped complaining, had stopped warning after losing count over how often you broke up and got back together.

“I am so pissed at you.” He said in your ear, breath warm on your skin. “I want to erase every lingering trace of that man’s touch from your body. But more than that, I need to remind you who you belong to.”

You refused to look at him, burying your head in his chest even as you held him tighter.

“I belong to you. I know it baby, I made a mistake.” You said, voice muffled. Chris tutted, pushing your face away firmly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze.

“Here I am, feeling guilty for even touching other women during a scene that is supposed to be my job. And my girl goes around fucking other men because we had an argument?” He hissed, a nerve throbbing in his temple. You pouted, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. You were raised to be a strong woman, someone who could speak for herself. How was it so easy for this man to reduce you to a sniveling woman for something that wasn’t even your fault.

“I didn’t fuck him.” You countered and Chris’s eyes flashed. You stared at each other until Chris practically growled and dragged you towards the bedroom. Dodger trailed behind you, stopping once Chris ordered him to stay put.

His bedroom, a space you had shared and abandoned all too many times was the same as always. It reeked of his aftershave and cologne, the stars winking at you from the window that overlooked the ground. Chris shut the door, rounding on you and pushing you towards the bed.

“You didn’t fuck him?” He spat, ticked off. “You let him touch you, you let him put his hands on what belongs to me.”

You shivered as your back met the cold sheets, bouncing slightly on the mattress. His anger was scary, but more than that it was exciting. It was you who had brought this strong, powerful man to this animalistic side. You, who could make him scowl and shout and get his heart pumping enough to bring blood to his face. You, who made him primitive as he held you down and fucked you into submission.

“We only kissed.” You said, knowing how to provoke him. That kiss was nice, it was sweet. But your body craved rough and hard, it craved to be possessed and used and worshiped. It craved Chris who left his handprints on your butt and his spent in your cunt. It craved Chris who kissed you until you were out of breath, who whispered the filthiest things to you as he buried himself in your warmth over and over until you were too hoarse to even cry.

He knew it, he read that in your eyes and in your touch that seared through the layers of clothes on his body. He knew you were getting under his skin on purpose, hurting him the way he hurt you so many times. Neither of you held back.

You tore away at his clothes, bucking your hips frantically in a bid to get closer. Chris cursed, squeezing your ass in his large hands and grounding his hardness on your thigh.

“You are testing me” He warned, naked flesh touching yours and hands entwining. You ignored him, the wetness dripping down your core begging his attention.

“Eat me” You cried, wiggling under him. He held fast, rubbing his cock on your abdomen, groaning softly. He nuzzled your neck, kissing softly on the spot he knew drove you wild. His weight prevented you from moving too much, not allowing you to do anything for yourself.

“You don’t tell me what to do baby. Not after letting another man touch you. Not after you walked out on me again.” He said angrily, forcing his gentle touch on your body that craved his roughness. You sobbed against his mouth, getting drunk on his lazy kisses and feather soft caresses. You knew what he was doing, you knew he wanted you to break and beg. And you had no dignity.

“Please” You begged, pathetically with tears in your eyes. “Give me what I want Chris. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

He smirked, sucking a pert nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. You moaned, struggling to move more. It wasn’t enough to have you under him. He needed more than your compliance. He needed your surrender, he needed you to love him with a hunger as great as his. He was greedy.

“Even when you beg, you look like a goddess. You’re my angel, but I’m not gonna let you go to heaven. We’ll sin together in hell.”

He dove in, tongue swiping away your juice in a practiced move as you howled at the suddenness of his attack. Your thighs held his head captive between their plump flesh, mewls spilling from your mouth without restraint as he finally gave you what you wanted. You pulled on his hair, steering him closer to your core that was flaming under his mouth and flooding with pleasure.

“Oh Chris!” You moaned, writhing and trembling. You had missed his beard scratching the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, missed his nails digging in your flesh to keep you steady, missed his tongue poking inside your warm cavern to taste your sweet nectar. Chris never worshiped you like a devotee to the lord. He worshipped you like a man summoning the devil, by spilling blood and leaving marks that stain the soul.

“Look at you go darling, so beautiful” He praised, easing a finger inside you and curling it. You threw your head back, shattering with an orgasm that took your breath away. Pleasure was a feeling you were familiar with, but combined with Chris’s love and anger, it formed the most intoxicating mix that got you dizzy.

He kissed the swollen head of your clit, gently easing you down from your high with praises whispered directly to your leaking cunt. He cupped your pussy, grinding his heels against you as your eyes met.

“Nobody else will touch you here. Or anywhere else for that matter.” He ordered and you nodded, still desperate for him. His cock was red and angry, warm drops of precum leaking over your stomach and you tugged at him, asking to fill you up.

“Chris, I need you inside me. Please.”

He crawled up and laid beside you, jerking you on top of him. Your hands found his chest, lightly playing with his nipples and the spattering of hair there before moving down to cup his hardness and his balls. He jerked at the first contact, closing his eyes as his breath hitched and you smiled at your own effect over him. You could reduce him to a mess just as well he could to you.

Pumping his length, you licked it slowly, lathering it with your saliva. You remembered the day you’d named it Cumstopher Rogers and he’d slapped you with it, making you choke on him until you had to apologize.

“Put me inside you now because if I have to take over, I’ll choose which hole it goes in and you probably won’t like it.” He growled in impatience. You clenched, his threats going straight to your core.

You positioned yourself over him, sinking slowly and gently, feeling every part of him against your spongy walls. With your thighs flush to his, you stopped to just let the feeling of fullness last a little longer. No matter how many times you’d been with each other, the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you never got old. If you could, you’d never be empty.

“All my holes like your cock Mr. Evans. And I? I love it and your butt and your chest and arms and face and everything else.”

You moved at a slow pace, bouncing gently while holding onto his thighs. Taking his hand in yours, you placed it on your chest, asking him to play with your nipples as you rode him.

“You feeling powerful, baby? You feeling good bouncing on my dick?” He asked, pinching a nipple almost to the point of pain. You nodded, leaning down to kiss him as he started thrusting up a little, hitting your cervix when he went too deep. You rolled your belly, clenching your muscles around his length so that his eyes flew open and hands dug into the softness of your butt.

“Oh Chris, I missed this.” You told him, tasting the sweat on his temple. He nodded, his huge arms wrapping around you and pulling you intimately close.

“I missed you too, which is why I will make sure you never leave me. This is not your power move, this is mine.” He darkly murmured and your eyes met his in confusion. He looked at the side and you followed his gaze, mouth dropping open at the camera that blinked at you with a red light on.

“What the fuck, Chris?” You shout, trying to move away when he rolled you over and under him, thrusting in hard.

“Oh yes, what the fuck baby” He said, holding your wrists as he picked up his pace. “You think it’s okay to pack a bag and leave me every time? You think it’s okay to date other men, to kiss other men? You are mine. And if anyone needs proof of that, now I can show it to them.”

You cried out as he went harder, a pressure building deep inside your belly. Tears escaped your eyes, gazing into blue ones that you loved and hated with a passion. You could have asked him to stop now, you could shout that you don’t want him and he’s sick. But you didn’t. You knew he would stop if you really wanted him to, and as much as your heart broke and your chest tightened with hurt, you loved him. You loved his twisted ways to keep you with him. You loved it when he went above and beyond, got crazy in his desire for you. You were wanted. You were cherished.

“Fuck you.” You cursed, meeting every thrust of his with a raise of your hips. Your eyes closed, sweat dripping down your body as you let the animalistic part of you take over, screaming and tearing and fucking each other like two people whose only goal in life was to be embedded in the other’s heart and psyche.

“I’d like to see you try to walk out tomorrow after tonight.” Chris said, delivering punishing strokes that were agonizing and titillating, that were fire and ice. You held onto him, leaving crescent shaped scars to join the numerous tattoos across his body. He took you apart, fucked you so good all you could do was say him name and fall in a glittery haze of his presence. He came inside you, filling you to the brim and crushing your body with his weight.

You weren’t leaving, that much was obvious.

Throwing in your clothes haphazardly in the bag, you promised yourself this would be the last time you did this. You will not come back to this house and this bed. Chris and you were done for good. The past few months had followed the same pattern. You both rekindling the dying flame of your relationship, mending the broken hearts and trust until it went back to hell.

There were too many arguments, too much shouting and angry sex. Every time you sat down to talk, it ended with your legs in the air. Your mother was right. He wasn’t right for you. Chris wanted to be your hero and your villain. He wanted you to think of nobody but him. Any friends and family that warned you against him had to be cut off. He’ll dismiss every article the paparazzi published about him but would throw a fit if you so much as smiled at the cashier in the grocery store. He kept you close like a dog on a leash, feeling jealous at the very sight of you talking to any man. You’d wanted to give this relationship a chance, but as of twenty minutes ago, Chris had made sure it was over.

You wondered about taking your pictures, but it was better to stay away from any temptations. This was happening, and as much as it broke your heart, you will not come back to him. Zipping up your bag, you straightened just as Chris stormed inside the room, jaw clenched in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He barked, “Put your stuff back. I’ll be damned if I let you leave me again.”

You scowled at him, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. He had no right to ask anything of you, not after what he had just done.

“Fuck off Chris. I am leaving, and you can’t stop me.” You shouldered past him, sadly looking at Dodger who was whining softly as he watched you move. He had seen this happen enough times to know that you’re not coming home.

Chris marched behind you, snatching your wrist and pulling you back to himself. The blue in his eyes was darker, like the sky covered in thunder clouds. You squirmed, pushing against him.

“You. Are. Not. Leaving.” He hissed, looking scary and mad.

“How dare you? After what you did today?” You sobbed, hitting your fists on his chest. He held your jaw, bringing your face closer to him so he could peer into your watery eyes.

“I proposed! I got down on one knee. What the fuck is your problem?” He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

You shook your head, looking at him with an expression of disbelief. Is he that oblivious?

“Marriage is permanent Chris” You said, voice suddenly soft. “Marriage is living your life devoted to your partner. We can’t break up and leave and come back again. It’s a responsibility. You and I, we haven’t been able to keep a stable relationship. How the hell will we keep a happy marriage?”

Chris frowned, not liking what you said. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his huge arms on either side. You could smell the chocolate and wine on his breath from dinner, his hair all messed up from when he ran his hands through it. On his neck still hung the necklace you’d got him.

“Look at me” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. You breathed deeply, finding it difficult to maintain an eye contact as charged with anger and passion as this one. “You love me, you still love me. It’s all in your eyes. Why won’t you marry me?”

You wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Why did loving him have to be so difficult? Was love worth the fights, the tears and pain and loss of independence? Was loving him enough to keep you going? You were so tired of this back and forth with him. You’d never even talked about marriage before, having been too busy trying to keep any sort of relationship alive. Why would he do this to you?

As your limbs got heavier, you leaned forward and hugged him. You held him to yourself, soaking in his warmth and smell inside you for what would be the last time. You could not give up so much of yourself to sustain this love. Soon enough, there would be nothing more to give and the love would be dead.

“You need to let me go Christopher” You said to him, lips close to his ear. “You need to understand that love is only the beginning. I can’t keep doing this anymore. Please, just let me go.”

Chris hugged you tighter, his head resting over yours and heart beating strong beneath your hand. He was your night, full of twinkling stars and dark mysteries. But dawn was approaching fast, and you needed to bid goodbye to the moon to greet the sun that awaited you.

“Never.” He promised, “You are never leaving me again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.”

He picked you up suddenly, ignoring your protests as he carried you back into the bedroom. Kicking your bag aside, he dropped you on the bed, raising a finger to stop you. He took out the ring from his pocket, the very one you had refused this evening and held it to you.

“Put this on.” He ordered and you rubbed your eyes in exasperation.

“No.”

You both glared at each other, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Fighting with Chris had always been a thrill, more often than not ending with wild sex on any and all surfaces in sight. But today you were determined to end it. You’d not let yourself become weak at the sight of his cock.

“Okay then, you’ve left me no choice.” Chris said. He picked up his phone and tapped away on it, doing god knows what. You sighed, getting up and putting your stuff together again, ignoring his presence behind you. Chris threw his phone on the bed, looking stoically at you work. You were just folding the last of your clothes when your phone started buzzing. You ignored it for a minute, but it kept up, almost falling off the table with its vibrations.

“What the fuck” You gasped, looking at the hundreds of notifications pouring in as more followed. You quickly opened your Instagram to see you’d been tagged by Chris.

And she said YES!

Below that caption was a picture of the both of you from a couple months ago, cuddled up and smiling at each other.

Comments and likes from everyone were popping in, and soon enough, you saw your mother’s call. You stared at Chris, utterly in disbelief. What had he done?

“Try saying no now. You’d be the bitch who broke Chris Evans’s heart, the bitch who played him. Try walking in public between people who’d see you only as a slut and nothing more.”

Your world came crashing down. You were not some hotshot celebrity like Chris. You were just a girl trying to live her life the best way she knew how to, and how it ended up entangled with this man you’d never understand. Even if you shouted from the rooftops the truth of today, no one would believe you. Chris’s fans would tear you to shreds, destroy your life with their mean comments and attacks. And your family would not be spared either. They’ll be exposed to a celebrity scandal, dragged through the mud along with your good name.

“Oh god Chris, what have you done?” You choked out, falling to your knees. He came before you, gently caressing your head before kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face, he kissed you deep and hard, countering your hate with his love that hit you like your own kryptonite.

“I told you. I told you I’ll never let you leave.” He breathed against your mouth, pulling you closer. You dug your nails in his arms, hurting him with the hurt he just caused you, but he didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a monster” You said, chest heaving with emotions.

“Yes, I am. But you know what darling?” He said sweetly, “Even after this, you still love me. I am a monster, but I am a monster you created and one you love.”

You ended up on the bed, sprawled underneath him again. Even with icy hate in your eyes, your heart burned with love for him. It was unnatural, it was chemical and wrong. And yet, it was your reality. He was yours, no matter what he did. And you were his, regardless of every protest that you ever made.

“Now, I’ll ask this one more time. Will you marry me?” He asked softly, looking at you like you were all he ever saw.

“Yes” You breathed, watching silently as he slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it. Meeting your eyes, he settled over your body, his arousal pulsing over your thigh. Sealing the deal with a kiss, Chris went to remove your shirt.

“Then let’s celebrate. After we’re done, we can call our families with the good news.”

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